Softly whispering in the past, their echoes now coming
into mind, traveling the distance through many years
on photographic screens.
Hitching a ride with memory of sounds through perfect
pitch that's also remembered in memories of my mind, a
wonder and gift at the same time.
Giving such great pleasure, taking me deeply into vaults
of intellect where I compose music and write poetry to-
gether, simultaneously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem