Striking chords within, playing on a piano keyboard,
catching every poetical rhythm being created.
Faster and faster, becoming another beautiful landscape
in a poem, being created without effort and continuing
the passion far into twilight evenings of the future.
Painless endurance, forgiving nature, explaining talent
through musical tempos as they are dispersed naturally
into the universe from within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem