Staccato rhythms letting loose an interior freedom being felt inside, not waiting to let it die down, needing to move right into a meeting of minds as voices come together, wanting the same thing, going for it fully in this very moment.
An enlightening feeling of discovery as rhythms continue bringing the beauty and wonder being built up in tracks of happiness and joy, a sense of approval being celebrated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem