Rocking and rolling into the evening, captivated by notes
and tones played so uncannily and up front, exclusive and
attuned with instruments in the band.
Taking every opportunity to twist and shout, dancing all
about in the dark night air, lights and pictures stretching
across a screen in the background.
Giving us all a beautiful landscape of music, art and poetry,
forming itself right before our eyes, imagery eyeing our minds, wanting to paint a picture of what's being thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, such a heartwarming poem👍👍👍