Riding locomotively on rhythms down tracks of different
songs, collecting memories along the way.
Purposefully taking them into mind while writing to their
beautiful essences.
Nothing standing in the way of the barrage of musical tones
hitting this poet's mind throughout the day.
Not even thinking of leaving, having too good of a time,
listening and writing poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem