Soundly listening to algorithms of musical formulas, intellectualizing every note and placing it into accountable treasures fit for royalty, yet given freely to anyone with an open mind.
Filtering life and beings into fields of imagination, saving them from eternal damnation.
Calculating interiorly, sounding every beat with intense fire and contemplative silence.
Inside, burning with an intellectual ferocity of purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem