Slamming notes, hitting my mind with particular
rhythms as I compose them interiorly, anticipating
their wonder when finally played upon a piano.
Stretching tightly across intellect, being
played like a violin, harmonically and precisely,
leading imagination into another universe.
There it has a diverse and spectacular assortment
of thoughtful ideas, riding consciously into every
aspect of life, and is then spent in many poems
being written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem