Solemnly listening to a rhythm of Yanni's that tantalizes
and envelopes mind and intellect into an aspiring inspira-
tion.
Gently hearing an autonomic sensation as it willfully
spreads itself amongst neurons and synapses, taking intense
feelings and emotions into circles of shadows.
Soon to be identified through musical rhythms along many
measures of chords, following trails of yesterday into
depths of being.
Always finding the beauty of an invisible aura as it de-
lights and continues to find ways of expressing latent
thoughts and ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem