Hearing triumphant joy entering music as it slides into
my mind, giving an assortment of ideas to write from.
Seeing nature in the background, silently watching what
I'm going to do.
Clouds now floating overhead, looking over my shoulder
with curious interest, taking pen in hand, writing down
what is being noticed through this mind.
An intensity filling this mind through rhythms of music
that continually play throughout the night and day as I
describe it poetically and incessantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem