Relaxing, listening to tunes of Peggy and Neil as they
sing and play for an attentive audience.
Intertwining musically with people's minds, touching
them on wavelengths of an aged time.
Soliloquies of happiness drift onto piles of leaves
and are scattered eventually to all corners of the
brain.
(10: 45 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem