Silently sitting here, writing poetry to rhythms of music,
letting it speak through words, each note, beat and tempo
being translated to lines of poetry.
A wonderful and freeing innate talent that assures the best
in life as literature continues to flow from an interior
waterfall.
Faster and faster, as tempos pick up and run into inner
universes with intellect, synapses being charged incessantly
along with neurons.
Watching as it happens here in minds, tantalizing and enjoy-
able, touching pleasure centers of this brain constantly
through music that's in everything in life.
Listening to wind, traffic, crowds of people, nature - all
has an innate musical symphony that not everyone can hear,
those of us who can get much more out of life while living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beloved poem from your musical soul. your love expresses itself always in your words.. tony