Reaching into intense melodies as they quicken mind and
intellect, standing in realms of measures of time and
chords, playing in fields of an intense blossoming.
Ones that keep this mind focused and attentive, never
missing or losing a beat in between, loving how minds
race, keeping up with rhythms, nothing interfering with
mind and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem