Ready to become the music tonight, letting it touch
and rearrange attitudes of living, enjoying feelings
it adorns this being with.
Always taking turns with many rhythms, giving an
energy to the essence of this mere poet while writing
poetry to melodies and harmonies being played.
Listening to the pitter patter of an imaginary rain
storm, as thunder magically raps upon doors of in-
tellect and lightening strikes an atmosphere of make-
believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem