Music opens doors into ethereal realms containing many
mysteries of things hidden, not willing to show their
depths through the years.
Taking steps onto other plains where sacred notions are
kept, no one to alter or harm them, staying intact with
silent tears during the night, never tiring of a whole-
some life, feeling and tasting the energy of living only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem