Tapping to beats of ideallic notes as they float exuberantly over my mind, catching every idea as it places it's formulas alongside whatever comes to pass.
Playing beautifully on edges of compositions as they're played continually throughout the evening.
Catering to emotional turmoil, bringing out every morsel and placing it on the table of bereavement, placating sorrowful thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem