Chugging along the tracks, everyone smiling and keeping step
in measures of rhythms, loving how the sounds turned into
colors bursting everywhere.
Guitar grinding away, touching upon many feelings as they're
being shared and sating a void deep within while music keeps
playing energetically.
A total concentration on another plain and dimension, like
playing pool, racking the balls and then breaking, balls
taking off in all different directions, clacking and touch-
ing memories with a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem