Patterns of life are constantly changing and adapting to new
designs of music, being played by band's instruments that
flash them, becoming intense in the mist of colors.
Colors insisting on being seen and heard all through the years,
aging moments coming upon us, unable to keep them from taking
this heart and soul beyond the curtains of death.
A lasting monument laid to rest in many poetry journals left
behind with those who care and have loved this poet all through
a lifetime that has been difficult and not easy to keep up with.
Hitting rhythms with moods of positivism, carrying this poet
up and down and into measures of lightening fast rhythms that
never cease to amaze this mind and intellect.
Wandering through each of them, finding a ton of wonder, enough
to keep calm, taking life in stride all the while just writing,
listening to music and silently taking in the totality of every
sense that blends with music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem