Notes and tempos rising and falling like waves of an ocean, keeping track of majestic tides that seem to bring new life into the future somehow.
Pleasant and insistent rhythms banging against shore, letting everyone know that life has moved into the future with all good intentions and beliefs.
Never straddling the fence, always being rue to self no matter what happens in this temporary life, always a healthy dose of music on the surface.
Rhythms play below the surface all the time, only innate talent knowing what to do with them and their tempos, beating consistently throughout the night and day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem