Racing through melodies of classical music,
as it speeds into my brain, taking time to
inspire words and place them into meaningful
poems for another day and place in time.
Always on the run, holding a pen, scribbling
words across pages, blank until I get a hold
of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So you write poems listening to music and thinking in rhymes.