Tickling my mind with rhythms of freedom, saturating an interior life with a benign focus.
Relating strains of music to poetical forms, waiting in the wings for a practical use of them all.
Lifting me above the noise of earthly riots - taking me soaring over the clouds, streaming by me in anticipation of another life.
Taking me by the heart to another land beyond my life here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem