Getting along, whispering sweet sounds into the atmosphere
where only a certain person can listen, preparing puzzles
of a peaceful storyline.
One with an imaginary song, knowing it will be a hit in the
country-western world filled with an appetite for more than
what has already been known in a moment stolen one evening.
A practiced and silent rhythm continuing to fast forward in
measures of time as tempos lie back, quietly relaxing, all
throughout the song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem