Edges of night slowly enclosing us here at the Wagon Yard,
not wanting to see it, enjoying ourselves way too much
to have it end.
Listening to music that's so perfect, balanced and in synch
all throughout this night, having a totally wonderful ex-
perience through music, rhythms and intellect.
Feelings and emotions climbing heights of creative attitudes,
producing an energy that never quits or abates, a quality of
serenity that can only be attained through musical rhythms
attuned to mind, spirit and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem