Gently playing ivories within, tenderly touching emotions
and feelings of this heart.
Letting sorrow seep out upon pages of my mind, releasing
it's energy so it can help in daily life.
Questioning everything, trying to find any or all reasons
for doing so.
Enjoying the constant searching, finding self in depths of
another dimension somewhere within imagination.
Leaving nothing out, placing all of it into every single
poem written now and in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem