To transform a grimace into a sound
Sounds impossible, yet it is possible
To transform a vision into music,
To go outside an enslaved personality,
Dancing Of Sounds
There is a moonlight note
In the Moonlight Sonata;
There is a thunder note
In an angry sky.
From where do simplicity and ease
In the movement of heavenly bodies derive?
It is precision.
Sun is never late to rise upon the Earth,
A Man And The Sea
Our world hides in the hospitable sea,
Murmurs tirelessly the forgotten song,
Tells the same story in a same way,
Listens to itself, indifferent to you,
There can be no forced inspiration,
But there can be mergers with the world
There can be a flowing of feelings