Thinking through musical melodies, feeling their tempting
emptiness reaching out to this mere poet, not afraid to
sit in solitude of an interior sphere that opened one day.
Stepping into it, letting it close and keep this mind and
intellect in the blossoming of a rose that holds meanings
of life in its beauty, as its thorns teach us of the hard-
ships in this earthly life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting blend of the nature of poetry and music, nature and thought. Great poem.