Lasting hours, days, weeks in the midst of musical rhythms
while translating it into poetry, amazed at how quickly it
happens, instantaneously and curiously alive as it's written,
Listening to coded rhythms as they collide and push aside life
for moments and hours of freedom through musical interludes,
holding onto sounds and colors being seen.
Learning as measures of music are sliding along with a photo-
graphic memory that loves to absorb music, details, and tempos
into poetry being written incessantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem, RoseAnn. (Do you have a photographic memory?)