Calmly composing music while writing poetry, notes slipping
from mind onto paper, designs of rhythms being coded from
intellect.
Constantly being played through this mind on photographic
screens of beauty, painting portraits of interior spiritual-
ity as life pivots and twists on pathways of measured chords.
Flowing into the twilight of musical poetry, now awaiting
it's acquiescence in depths of beginning passion for the
essence of life and humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem