Pounding out the rhythms of a musical mind, onto reams of
paper and held in journals to occupy my mind with joyous
peace.
Sent on missions through imagination by genius, totally
forgotten, lying in a corner hidden from all eyes.
Quietly striving to remain a non-entity to preserve
privacy, a small but dignified life through a self-
respect not known before.
Grasping the hand of repeatable emotion, frolicking down
the lanes of least resistance in time to the notes of
fantastic inner music.
Supplanted by the eerie density of a previous life,
standing on the verge of a greater destiny than I have
ever known or imagined.
Twirling about the dimensional universe only I can know,
holding on to the blueness of my soul, writing from it's
magnificent silence.
One day all the world will know of this small life and
it's favorite pastime of written poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem