Switching with a flip of a knob, tuning acres of
rhythm to beats and tones of operatic delight.
Standing out on edges of arias as life turns
itself on a dime.
Instigating revenues of belief while standing on
beautiful stances of fate's destiny.
Holding onto points of interest as revolving
doors spin and turn on an axis of regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem