Slapping drums, beating rhythms as they become in times
and measures, awaiting future fast-paced notes now being
written into lines of verse.
Wonder and amazement taking their places alongside the
distinct sounds of Indian music, fingers racing through
the notes and rhythms while writing.
Filling empty spaces with the beauty of lovely sounds,
jumping in between what is being played and interpreted
alone in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem