Scattering seeds of rhythm along measures of music, stepping
in time, focusing on sounds as they enfold each individual
in blankets of joy and happiness.
Settling into great moments in darkening hours of night, re-
specting hours and time through music as it continues to re-
volve and rock back and forth throughout this enjoyable night.
No one being disappointed - just being enlivened in sounds of
the band, continually playing for us here at the Wagon Yard,
brilliant and inspiring.
Accepting the wonder of life inside spheres of curiosity, let-
ting music push and pull us all into rhythms filled with the
essence and passion of desire for one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem