Symphonies of stringed instruments playing in the background of my mind.
Touching upon talented ivories, tasting attitudes of musical ability as measurements of talent stretch, expand and push limits to extremes.
Taking imagination with them into outer limits of intrinsic space, foretelling omens of etudes as they appear on shores of tomorrow.
Playing notes constantly in words of complicit definitions, portraying future portraits of musical poetry in heaven's domain and realms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem