Banjo being plucked, giving out definite beats that are
adding to the excellence of rhythms softly gathering in-
teriorly, as this mind continues to write.
Loving the syncopation as it figures out patterns of
mathematical formulas in depths of rhythms, combining
it all into melodies and intense measures of sounds.
All the while their colors of sound rock and roll into a
fantastic array of concepts and ideas, all being designed
eagerly and instantaneously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem