Rhythms being tapped out loud, yet their codes remain
silent within intellect.
Interpreting what is being said in measures of time,
being generated always through music being played.
Exercising my mind through chords playing continuously
throughout day and night.
Examining them instantaneously, knowing immediately what
is being interpreted.
A total and complete eclipse of the mind through intellect,
a unique and extraordinary way to build upon the essence of
my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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