Racing across chords of life, playing tag with melodies
and rhythms hiding and seeking what's needed to write
into poetry.
Unblinded by a bluened light, giving an interior sight
and vision that captures everything poetically through
music.
A peculiar yet fascinating way to write, abandoning the
ways of others when very young, now sixty-six and still
doing things my way intellectually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem