Drumming incessantly on the air drum, breaking the
sound barrier, taking down the house.
Living for the rhythm banging always in my mind.
Totaling the essence of my being as I continue to
write late into the night without stopping or taking
a break.
Breath-taking rhythms carrying me forward, not
relinquishing a single moment to sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem