Solemn and intriguing, life sits before me, debating
itself and it's worth.
Knowing only that writing is where it's at for me,
witnessing turmoil and strife throughout the years.
Remembering every moment of it as I live in musical
episodes of this entire life.
Always a musician first, then poetry adds another
dimension to intellect.
Both then carrying forth into art, specifically oil
painting of portraits from memory.
Getting into all of it without doubt, fears or timid-
ness of yesterday, continuing to live anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem