Tiptoeing through music, finding the way through rhythms that never
lead anyone astray.
Keeping stride together, evenly being matched on earth.
Wandering lost pathways, finding only trails kept in empty promises
of eternal despair.
Raising fidelity to levels of yesterday's missing beats, left out
mistakenly from long-standing music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem