Reaching for motions of rhythm being scattered about
in depths of mind-altering thoughts.
Attempting to grasp and place them into orchestrations
of classical instrumentation, giving them a novel
sound to be used everywhere in concerts and songs.
Taking off, soaring musically, fitting in with the
pictures I can now see.
Designed and discovered in moments of intelligent
provisional methods, now being able to be used for
aspirations of great musicians.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem