Rhythms being enlivened in depths of a creative process as this mind and intellect work together, building to a crescendo of beauty and imagination.
A pure and unadulterated way of learning from them many undiscovered things and their details, wondering and enjoying their appeal to pleasure centers of this brain.
Contented, feeling comfortable in depths of fantasy and reality, using pictures of thought to write poetry as notes and tempos quickly gather themselves into compositions of classical music, coming automatically to mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem