Rushing to me, rhythms, as they come shooting from a band,
hitting me squarely where innate talent stands, listening
to every note played.
Gentle musings coming to light, taking thoughts being
generated by flights of harmony into spacious moments
spent in time.
Whiling away precious visions as they develop beautifully
with every sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem