Recalling etudes of wonder as they rock into this brain,
giving intellect a run of lightening as it strikes twice
in a row inside of whole notes and rests.
Fully engrossed in the beauty of musical expressions, con-
tinuing to accept chords of rhythm while writing constant-
ly, an incessant joy sounding like laughter.
Its joyous sounds coming from depths of a guitar being
picked and strummed in a tinsel melody that's portraying
moments of life in sublime and profound smiles.
Each tempo rocking away the night in pictures and portraits
of love and life, portraying an intense bouquet of feelings
as they flow into a pool of thoughts and ideas, coming from
an interior waterfall, always filled, kept moving in intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem