A mighty note hums and stirs in frequences
that could stagger Beethoven.
The delicate turn of paralysing phrases
weaving to and fro upon the conductor's page,
lifts the dumfound people to new horizions.
The celloist cuts his majestic bow,
shaking the ground beneath him.
The brave trumpet cries out in colour
that no artist could dream to dip in brush.
then the piano rumbles chaotically
in warm ballad fit for royalties pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem