Hurrying faster, trying to outrun tears that are now
possessing intellect, music being intense.
Grasping heart, wringing its tears fully into writing
while mind is running from it.
Rhythms lengthening, measures of chords adding more
notes and tones wanting to be expressed.
Not wanting anything else as yet, flaunting feelings
and emotions as time moves on.
Nothing to do except keeping tears from flowing right
now, not wanting anyone to see them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem