Guitar being rhythmically taken aback, touching a poetical
heart, finding its beats as they match those of drum's
rhythms.
Heart totally unfolding in skyways of a being, a totally
oblivious mind, yet it never misses a single beat in life,
opening, unfolding like a tome of literature.
Writing a thousand books, colors bursting, uncovering
treasures of a photographic mind to the world through
every poem written, not a single one being repeated be-
cause each and every note has a mind of its own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem