Tripling notes of a melody, loving how they tangle in this
brain, teaching new ways of playing chords in a hidden
scale of tomorrow.
Picking up the beat, telling us that our feet need to be
stepping up, feeling the ordinary with extraordinary colors
flowing from within mysterious chords of life.
An even flowing tempo placing itself in the future of another
melody as this one continues to play in spaces of voids allow-
ing them to prepare for a concert or two as we waltz about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem