Looking around, searching for unusual details that somehow are
always missed by people who see, but yet are blind to the world
around them.
Fascinating treasures are strewn everywhere in life, this mere
poet fully aware of them, writing them into many lines and
measures of poetry and music.
Touching upon beauty and awesome details that are being awaken-
ed time after time, seeing positive attributes as they come to
light.
Feeling wonder touching this brain, heart and soul all at once,
a precious and thrilling feeling as they culminate all at once
through music and its rhythms.
Loving how it comes together in rhythmical dances of brain waves,
neurons and synapses, measuring pleasure in tempos as they rush
faster and faster gleefully, never worries about how they will
sound after being written down at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem