Tickling the ivories and yes I started classically
I moved on. Now I rock!
I need more. Always changing.
Yet never could I regret that big leap.
Self-containment in a major scale
Actually a fugue. Let's work it backwards
That damn jump again.
Another little riff. and No regrets.
I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem