Renditions of the past all now participating in the fascination
of what wonders come alive in people's minds.
Finding a space, sphere or event in tow, telling their stories
as everything goes around and around.
Wandering into the bleak scenery that always brightens up when
music finds rhythms to blend into it becomes sacred.
Quietly carrying and blending with the beauty of earth and human
nature, never turning away from natural beauty and humanity.
Still life pictures often taking a pose for instants in time
while rhythms move back and forth, reaching for the ingredients
of yet another memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem