High energy rising further into a twilight evening, tickling
this mere poet's mind's palette, tasting so appetizing while
musical rhythms swirl around the dance floor in synch.
Living life as it dances in the mood of a lively tune, never
wanting to miss a beat as the hands of a clock continue to
travel around its face on a trip of exacting time and place.
Wandering and keeping track of everything that's being seen
in a multitude of rhythms that are remembered in tempos as
they shine into the night.
All being collected while music continues to travel around
in circles, a memento to a life filled with an innate talent
being used through the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem