Tinkering with rhythms in the back of this mind,
collecting them in measures, printing them
within pictures of a photographic mind.
Spreading joy of an indiscriminate amount of
notes, holding onto passion, letting it spray
into the atmosphere, filling it with the scent
of roses.
Delivering me from ravines and ruts of daily
life, dancing merrily in the soul of being.
Carefully cherishing an environment of nature
in confines of beautiful landscapes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem