Rushing quietly into rhythms, heart becoming still,
not wanting any interference with sounds outside
melodies are now playing.
Totally beating drums, taking life from within, creat-
ing new ideas and concepts of music touching interior
spirits.
Awakening them with recollective sounds blending with
colors of nature and humanity a surrounding pleasurable
volume of harmonies.
All being played in the courtyard of Desert Ridge Mall,
an exciting and entertaining measure of time right be-
for our sight.
Beautifully syncopated, traveling straight to this soul,
giving joy and happiness a place to reside in permenantly
on photographic screens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem