Soaring towards heavenly rhythms playing into this nighttime
atmosphere here at the Wagon Yard, tantalizing this poet's
taste buds of mind and intellect.
Carousing and feeling energetic, notes happily touching
this heart and soul, reaching into depths of a bluened
light right from the beginning of measures.
Enlightening and focusing in sounds of color all through
the night, rising and falling with tides of this atmosphere,
taking this poet into every nook and cranny.
A hidden poetical life, always shining into darkness as the
band continues playing rock and roll music, into this poet's
mind and brain, touching pleasure centers fully, pleasing in-
tellect totally in their chords.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem