Tears swelling, rising more with every thought that comes
in silent prayers of wanted love, vibrant sensations touch-
ing heart and soul.
Keeping pace in chords and measures of time, lively and con-
temporary, fading into the distance where tones are ever-
changing.
Colors exploding in words of song, containing rhythms belong-
ing to another country and lying here within my soul, my India
it's called.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember when you wrote poems continuously at a Country Music Festival over a year ago. And the poems kept flowing forth even as the music did hour after hour. I sense the same wonderful rapport between music and poetry in this poem, the way the two art forms meet in your mind and spontaneously express themselves in their own modes. But there is an overall sense of a single origin in this blending of music and poetry. Let it flow forth! ! This is the very inspiration and creativity I imagined you would experience on your journey! !