Playing rhythmically with sounds surrounding me,
hitting keys, black and white, to bring compositions
into being.
Lifting spiritually, raising self upwards towards a
graceful melody, prayerfully given from heaven.
Special love spreading itself over and through me
into a beauty never found on earth today.
Selecting roses of music, setting them free,
independently growing creatively with every bud
that blooms fragrantly into my mind.
Causing satin sheets to become scores of music
enclosing me in their splendor of poetical tones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem