Mind-blending rhythms being introduced to intellect
through colorful sounds, reaching depths of oceans
interiorly filled with an intense and expanding in-
nate talent being used constantly.
Stepping carefully on narrow neurons in search of
particles of timid movements as they joyfully play
in measures of chords.
Ones that are always changing and rearranging in
canyons of subconsciousness where life hides expo-
nentially in spheres of innate talent, created from
an interior waterfall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write, enjoyed the piece!