Happy, struck with beats of rhythm as they vibrate and resonate
in everyone, watching the tension being dissolved in the passion
of musicians on stage.
Drifting away into the night, relishing the peace and tranquility
its rhythms bring into our lives, loving the attention we're re-
ceiving through a fantasy of music.
While it surrounds us with the fruition of an innate passion,
desire and craving to be known, love and life being shared in a
creative world everyone enjoys through these temporary years.
A world that we live in keeps us going, listening to music of
heavenly aromas, finding our way through sorrow of our lives,
strolling along pathways.
Ones we don't seem to recognize as we wade through them, not
knowing what is going to happen to us in the end, but not always
thinking about it either.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem