Reminiscing of past good times, all of them connected
with rhythms of music.
Thinking to self, realizing after going over videos
on subconscious photographic screens, just how big a
part music, art and writing are in this little life.
Oblivious to the routines of daily life, as long as
music was being played or composed in compositions
created originally in this mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem