Soundlessly developing rhythms, filling a soul with
melodies, discovered inside patterns and mazes of
delightful puzzling depths of intrepid silence.
Standing on sidelines and edges of thought, becoming
puzzles for musical instruments and voices.
Playing with notes, fingering beats of mystic
proportions, enlivening spirits and most beautiful
wondrous creative genius.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem