Inner eyelids,
compleatly dark.
Ears,
resinating music.
Mind,
traveling
beyond body
beyond walls
into the music.
It lifts me to the sky
flying with notes on high.
I sit on top of the atmospheric staff,
supported by beat alone.
Air is crisp and clear.
I am empty of the world and full,
full of music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and transporting. Thanks