Primary sensations calling to me interiorly, leaving nothing
behind, a circuitous route of musical poetry now forming it-
self within intellect.
Temporary feelings touching and disappearing, a transient
freedom that keeps my heart moving from one measure to another
and back.
Claiming my heart and soul, taking away the stress of this day
and replacing it with a peaceful nurturing that makes me rest-
less to hear even more.
Can't get enough, loving the essence that's passing through my
being, a lively and vibrant sensation taking it's place within
my heart and mind.
Everything coming alive, taking me away into an intense musical repertoire that is attuned to who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem