Rocking into the evening, switching bands, picking up
rhythms left lying in my mind from the previous one.
Lightening quick, tantalizing inner musical genes,
dancing upon chords in measures of an inner time clock.
Tying together, ribbons of moments in interior realms,
streaming through systems of coded rhythms.
Stealing steadily down paths of tomorrow, riding like
a tornado, gifts of innate talent in music and poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem