Sololy traveling through music and it's rhythms,
finding beauty in every note and tone that captures
my mind in many hours I continue to write.
Loving style of rhythms continually playing day and
night, having the time of my life, enjoying this
party that my intellect creates all the time.
Finding insight and life staring me in the face,
seeing feelings and emotions that I didn't know were
hiding inside.
Then suddenly reading of their existence right here
in black and white, having written them unknowingly
into poetry.
An exciting and wonderful time being had, just writing
out of an interior atmosphere and universe, learning
about everything, including self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem