Nature outside the window, blowing leaves of trees
in time with the musical jazz being played right
in front of me.
A tantalizing beauty of expression filling me with
an intense desire to keep writing.
A tolerable session being made to fit my own style
of composition and writing.
Never turning from the rhythm as it continues to
bring joy into my heart and soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem