Strings of violins in rhythms settled deeply within,
playing across memories that are stirred up religious-
ly just to blend and find new thoughts to write about.
Limber and agile mind and intellect keep focusing in-
teriorly upon what remains good and joyful in this
earthly life.
Listening alone, in a bluened light, a secret world of
my own, establishing a repertoire through thoughts,
ideas and concepts.
Bringing to life an imaginational reality to share with
people all over the world through poetry being written
by this mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem