Looking into space, wondering what else is out there that can-
not be seen without a telescope, being focused on every note,
taking strides into an enchanting imaginational fantasyland.
Having created it alone within this mind and intellect, now
caressing rhythms as they enter and hug mind and brain, loving
how it feels against neurons and synapses, feeling at home in
every measure of time as rhythms pass and flow around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem