I put my head down, I slowly move my fingers towards my face to feel that small sensation that tickles. I pull my head up and I begin to smile, while in the mean time, so many different thoughts begin to cross my mind. I slowly pull back in from the chair leaning back and I begin to structure that imagination that becomes a reality. A reality that I knew, felt, and understood. This is not something that has manifested from my soul, but something that has been a reality, only because it was always there. Sometimes the light shows enough to see with the naked eyes. Now, my hands reach for my instruments as I begin to create that sound, the music, that soul. The translation will be something that is so very powerful, but yet so calm. The world knows because the voices are loud, and with this pretty song, the power of ones soul polishes to be the greater. One human, many thoughts, and so much music. The translation of the soul.