Watching steps in darkened shadows past midnight.
Lights all have been turned off so sleep can
progress into beds of restful dreams.
Counseling the beats, settling them into verses
to be sung on another day in another time.
Reading sentences in music as they appear in
black and white on lines and spaces of measures
to be played in sequence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem