Strumming the guitar strings of my mind and heart,
composing rhythms and melodies to match the moods
that I'm in this moment.
Steady and rapid, they come to mind, one after
another, no rest in between, much like when writing
poetry.
Simple, abstract concepts being formed musically,
kept in measures of time with perfect pitch always
accompanying it.
Quality of tone and perception being infinite through
intellect's innate knowledge and wisdom, as the guitar
strings of my mind and heart continue being strummed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem