Music spreading itself rapidly throughout the atmosphere,
taking this pen along with every note being played, touch-
ing every sense within this body, mind and spirit.
Tossing around many ideas in split-second time, arranging
them just as rapidly as this mere poet continues writing,
never missing a note.
Enjoying these rapid rhythms, taking mind into a creative
process instantaneously, riding into the sunset with pen
in hand.
Nothing can compare to the exhilaration that's being felt
right now, there is not a single note being left behind,
every measure filled with lines of poetry, telling life
the way it's being expressed and lived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem