Wishing for music to be heard all through this temporary life,
needing its beautiful sounds of color as they are spread across
an interior skyway filled with beats of musical intellect.
Filled with splendor and possibilities that appear in every
measure that's filled with exacting memories that are recalled
in every song ever being played on an instrument of peaceful
renditions always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem