like I finally belonged
had a place in this world
when I laid on the hardwood of the studio floor,
dark outside, lights off in
alone, content, breath in sync with the hymn
that song, how it sang all my troubles away
an anthem I shall dedicate
to this art, where my body is the instrument
the turning, leaping instrument
I owe so much to this art I adore
I realized that tonight on the studio floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats a really nice poem, you are really creative! ! ! and i love to read all of your work! ! !