Music's special light beckons to me to travel over lands
of infinite imagination, filling me with a liveliness
and pep unlike any other.
Etudes forming and creating themselves, folding and
unfolding meanings of lyrical words.
Tossing notes around, matching them, with mathematical
beats of careful existence, being serenaded by lovely, intuitive musical scores.
Lifetimes being carefully held in instruments of future poetical natures, always awaiting the forward motion of music's impetuous behavior.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. However, there is need to have a footnote to this to enable young minds grasp it well.