Moments arising constantly, atmosphere building itself
through rhythms as the disclose the honesty of measures
of music as they let loose and everyone takes notice.
Nothing to grasp onto, because life has been let go now,
there's no time left to waste any of the beautiful moments
throughout the world.
Loving how rhythms beat ther tempos into the air, letting
them touch people's minds, hearts and souls with air of
interior discipline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem