Tapping, rapping, music touching the energy of an interior
spirit, tantalizing and penetrating, taking me up and down
chords of all yesterdays.
Holding me together with bubbles of an effervescent atmo-
sphere, no worries at all, finding the tacit endeavors that
keep going, never taking a back seat.
Climbing rock walls of deepened canyons, taking rhythms in-
to the mountains where they can once again hide out and
never be found again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem