Stillness of purity sets itself before me in an attempt to wake me from a reverie of thoughtful memories.
Insipidly focusing only on what I'm thinking in pictures of musical notes, delving deeply into rhythmic beats of unanticipated melodies.
Rightfully placing everything in filing cabinets of my brain, one day to be used in terse explanations of value to anyone who reads them.
Significant words, portraying all of life on existent borders of fame, balancing writing with musical scores, as telling stories of lifetimes becomes a full-time epic of repose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem