Forming sounds in the middle of a song, making it
combine with syllables and shaping it all to be
sung from a rock and roll band.
Rocking me constantly in rhythms of light and airy
beauty.
Keeping in step carefully, not stepping out of
form, treading into a wonderful system of sensory
perception.
Hanging onto each section as it unfolds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem