Astral visions, breaking away,
Sounds can create words,
Words can create visions,
That grow and then stay,
The dance of celestial spheres,
Remains programed in the sky,
Telescopes peer into the distant darkness,
Always trying to discover,
The next miracle of creativity,
That will be born from,
The artist's imaginative, cry,
Forever feeling the elusive, Why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The elusive why drives all (or at least my) human thought