Wondering why music has all of a sudden been cut back
into a slow-moving movie that doesn't have anything
to show for itself.
Measuring lines of rhythms that have been coded through-
out this living being, ready and waiting for an innate
meaning to be defined in music.
A knowing that will set this poet free from all torment
and sacrifice that should never have happened in this
quiet rebel's lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem