Silent, living it up in and through musical rhythms,
playing with intellect, taking moments together, turn-
ing them into albums of the mind.
Taking care to keep them straight and honest, watching
as notes and tempos are being attuned while totally
synchronizing them for symphonies and repertoires.
A solitary lifestyle made and created for just one,
dancing rhythms gathering their skirts, coming into
their own through music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem