Noting rhythms standing alone, listening to no other drummers.
A solo life, explicitly talented in realms of imagination's reality,
following circles of enlightenment, tangling with vocals of reticent memories.
Songs being written as they are silently composed and played, turning over constantly with overwhelming ferocity.
Flowing lightening, striking every moment, bringing reality's ideas into focus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem