Many times in life we are slipping one way or another,
holding on for dear life at any given time.
Pursuing colors of sound as they splash and drip every-
where, pleasing an interior spiritual life.
One that holds hope and faith tightly all moments of this
earthly life.
Creating a fantasyland in our minds as nothing but music
brings this mere poet feelings of joy.
Taking this mind unlike others, deeper into a wonderful
imaginational reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem