Buzzing my mind with saxophone tenors, reverberating
through an interior sound system, collecting thoughts
and dutiful images intuitively felt - always at the
sound of musical notes bound to literature in it's
beginnings and creations.
Lively, unanticipated joy usurping sorrow and sending
it to another plain for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem