Soaring into the stillness of a deepening silence,
penetrating senses unused in many moods.
Taking them out, filtering and adding an extra dose
to melodies being created as I write.
Composing not only poetry, but assimilating etudes
and sonatas at the same time.
Filling inner screens with newly-created music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem