Pantomime working away in my mind, wondering at it's
being in intellect's vision.
Watching as it attaches to rhythms and voices, giving
mirror effects of what I'm listening to.
Creating an atmosphere not usually seen, invigorating
and developing passion through incessant rhythms.
Lifting me higher into spiritual realms from music as
I write poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem