Striving for an energy beyond what my mind already has in
store.
Regular rhythms and aspirations of a dream world in imagina-
tion, coming to fruition.
Happening all of a sudden, creating quite a fuss within this
mind where right now, Chopin is playing to intellect.
Walking, head held high, heart and soul listening to intense
emotions that he has placed within each measure composed.
All of them taking me into depths of my soul, where joy is
filling and overflowing the sadness of my mind through grief.
A lasting melancholic feeling throughout, slowly dissipating,
taking me beyond internal horizons of this entire dimension.
Finding a serenity that falls into my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem