Acoustic designs filtering into mind, letting me hear
various tempos as they round out rhythms, sharing and
feeling them going through my heart and soul.
Reaching for the stars, notes finding their way into
depths of intellect, being written out and collected
into classical music for the future.
Living longer in rhythms than when written into poems,
treating pictures coming to mind with the utmost care,
remembering to frame and keep them safely together.
Wonder and awe taking a back seat while writing them
into albums of my photographic memory, a lasting and
memorable way to live life when finding self, finally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem