Slurring lyrics into rhythms, trying to straighten them out, untangling them in sequences of life-expanding explanations, hoping they will be correct innately.
Being surprised as they begin to code themselves in rhythms of colors skating around the dance floor, enjoying music totally, opening up mind and intellect.
All feelings coming together, taking intellect into deep senses of poetry, placing imagery in measures of time and life while writing poetry.
Their chords taking off into orbits beyond earth, facing the inevitable projections that are being strummed by guitars upon the stage each night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem