Time is ticking away steadily, but that's no excuse to
stop playing music, letting rhythms pick us up, taking
us into our interior beings.
Speeding into the sunrise or sunset, keeping time attuned
to the strenuous moments of entertainment that is never a
problem for it takes us into glorious moments of life.
Not ever wanting to trade this poetical musical lifetime
with anything else for here is where we belong, right in
the center of rhythms all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem