Being on a roll tonight, non-stop writing of poetry, savoring
the delightful melodies being played in synch, giving every
moment a lively taste of sound.
A never-ending eloquence of delight, forming and changing de-
signs and patterns with every note, rearranging the musical
sounds to an exacting liking of literary involvement.
Reversing and then going forward in time to the whistle of a
lonely train going slowly down the tracks of this life, a
journey being found at the ending of another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem