Wringing feelings in the night as they tie one's mind and
heart in knots, unable to be undone because of an intense
sorrow stretched across an interior canvas.
Always ready to be painted upon, yet there's way too much
loss in this mind, unable to find a way to express it all
in words.
Needing measures of chords, notes, tones and tempos to help
present what's being felt to others who may have gone through
similar circumstances.
A total and energizing ability to get through to others in
coded rhythms of future visions that are both logical and
make perfect sense when applied in coded rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem