Temperamentally listening to music, walking to it's tempo,
heart soaring through it's rhythms, solving picturesque
puzzles of the past.
Using them to avoid making mistakes in the present, test-
ing ideas and concepts with a rapid pace, judging every-
thing fundamentally.
Keeping to measurements of instrumental music, innate
talent encrypting it all in passages of time, calling to
mind the history of past recollections.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem