Listening intently to rhythms my mind is composing
totally and incessantly.
Comparing instantaneously, every idea and thought,
locating exact spaces to enter rhymes into rhythms.
Freely, independently, imagination and intellect to
work separately and together.
An unending beauty forging it's way onto photographic
screens within my being.
A lifetime of thoughts placed in images and visions
of the past, present and future.
Letting it's light lead into passages of time through
music and it's rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful thoughts about rhyme and rhythm woven together into Passage of Time. Progression of the process of composition of music/poem and it's narration is superb. Thanks for sharing.