Patterns of music being followed through rhythms and tempos,
covering everything alike in colorful rainbows of ecstasy,
reaching and finding memories lying upon the floor of my mind.
Waiting to be picked up and straightened out, tempting ideas
to unfold and step into the existence of another time when
you were still with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nostalgic and vivid.