Drumming in the midst of a harmony, rising ever higher
with a singular rhythm flowing in the background,
recognizable as Captain Jack.
A tone of perfect stamina, calling to mind many happy
experiences in the past.
A fruitful endeavor, keeping me intact with the reality
of past images and visions.
A lasting impression, never sinking or fading away
while I'm here listening to music at J.D.'s Lounge.
(9: 48 p.m. - 11/16/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem