Blaring it's way into my mind, a trumpet sounds it's
feelings into my being, awakening a subconscious
desire to want to play it myself.
Notes tantalize me into existence as music beats
itself into my heart's rhythm, fitting so peacefully,
like a puzzle of being, a model of life.
Listening with a far-off sound, penetrating a musical
etiquette never bound by existing limitations in
earthly boundaries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem