Waiting on corners of this mind, deciding what's going to
be done, knowing interiorly that there was never any other
choice except to listen to music and its rhythms.
A calming effervescence that fills this mind and intellect,
choosing only the essence and purpose of this quiet soul,
living in the beauty of notes, tones and tempos keeping pace
with everyone of them, letting mind relax off and on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem