In knowledge of music there's an innate formula of wisdom
forever growing through the years, alive with sensations
of an interior spirit and life.
Mind singing puzzles of dexterity, agility and promises of
coded rhythms being followed through as moments continue to
fall into depths of an interior waterfall.
Voices now singing into the new night while listening and
writing poetry through moments of life, watching as they
paint portraits through imagery of poetry left in pictures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem