Lyrics calling out to the universe, always missing tones of anticipation until puzzle pieces filled with music and its rhythms are silently put together.
Meanings and truths fill every measure with an arrangement of innate talent and goodness from within the tapestry of this temporary earthly life.
Exercising, never wearying at all, because rhythms keep pace along with senses of this being as they fall into place with tempos being played.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem