Rhythms coming to mind, playing their notes and beats
to music, spreading it everywhere in life, enjoying
being entertained in the silence of mind and intellect.
There coded rhythms take on a life of their own, always
whispering between rests in measures of an innate talent
where this mere poet has composed melodies and symphonies.
Composing from within depths of this poetical life where
an imaginational reality does exist, playing in etudes
that excite and encourage creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem