Never minding, waiting for hours on end, just to be able
to freely continue writing to the essence of music,
filling me with wonder and beauty.
Every tempo reciting itself in coded messages,
silentlessly, posting every idea on photographic screens,
living out dreams in total ecstasy, withholding nothing
in writing.
Capturing it all literally, playing and spreading it
placidly into reaches of my mind, where it can all be seen
with a keen clarity unknown to others, while contemplating
effects of every mirroring design upon intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem