Ends are always turning up when we least expect them
on our roads and highways through life.
Building and working on relationships, bringing selves
together.
Switching tunes to fit particular worries, easing them
away.
Finding life in unexpectant corners, trying to live
through all the confusion, while doing necessary steps
on our own.
Self is so important, relying on no one, being oneself
for all time, that's what's taught through playing
music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem