Slipping into and out of delicate rhythms on the
way to poetical interludes secreted inside my being.
Moving forward into categorizing places of motion,
where all sounds take on new forms and shapes, as
they fall into my mind with fascinating designs of
color.
Entering their tones brings one into placid states of
intellect where they begin formulating equations of
unusual properties.
Taking me down narrow aisles of measuring tables being
applied to tempos of notes, encased in coded signs of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem