Walking in time to musical rhythms, listening to their
intensive sounds and tones as they ease and alleviate
physical pain constantly while writing.
Two areas of the cortex of my brain silently assimilates
and blends, shutting out everything felt, heard and seen,
except what is happening deep within my being.
Relaxing in a bluened light, escaping from daily grinds
where hardships and sacrifices continue to exist, alone,
searching for peaceful edicts of relief.
Following existing pathways through music and it's many
rhythms, being exhilarated and awakened while writing,
finding that pain has been extinguished silently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem