Music rapidly racing as if galloping down a race track somewhere in time, taking this poet straight down steps of measures in music.
Carefully tempting this poet throughout life, opening up from the inside out and back again, mind and intellect deciding what to listen to and write into poetry.
Many lines and verses flowing continually throughout the night and into early morning hours consistently, never wavering in their depths, needing to be in stride with them always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem