Breaking rhythms across the drums, sticks flying up and
down, taking this poet's life into circles of pomp and
circumstance as the night wears on.
Looking and expanding reverberations of a fast paced
rhythm that takes everyone into the freedom of a rock
and roll dance.
As the band plays on, not stopping, preferring to play
on this playground of rhythm's designs tonight and all
other nights in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem