Lines of color flow in a musical wave of thought.
Melding together pictures of yesterday, touching and pulling them into pictures of the future.
New thoughts blending sideways into prints left on desks of tomorrow.
Sheets full of notes, showing the way through compositions, never berating their existence, only enjoying every ounce of pleasure being exuded from within them.
Sanctity overflowing, creating another upheaval in paradise.
Outlooks forming and shining again onto plains of another year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem