Textures of things are felt by sensations, touching my brain scientifically, helping to feel them through writing.
Totally immersed, touching thoughts with all feelings, traveling throughout
life in imagination.
Following through with every step in being, researching constantly, always
finding reminders to sanction what I'm thinking subconsciously.
Tenderly, gently, finding a way through chords of silent etudes, always
playing, giving a peace so intense it can never be described no matter how
many times I try.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem