Systematically and rapidly taking rhythms, writing
them quickly into poetry.
Rocking to sensations that desires are bringing to
my heart and soul.
Traveling, winding down pathways of intellect, soaring
into heaven with compositions of musical interludes.
Taking me into depths faster and faster, loving rapid
rhythms as I continue to write along with Beethoven.
His presence in these new rhythms are now living in
the syncopation of newly thought ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem