Strumming inner guitars of a melody sent from heaven,
soothing the essence of my mind.
Taking and transferring every gift that has been
innately posted on photographic screens beneath intellect
and it's artistic mind.
Allowing imagination to sway and spread itself out onto
the rest of the world, never being left behind in irregular
rhythms.
Listening intently, leaving no note unsung, as walking into
lanes of a beautiful transformation of images and visions
I come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem