Taking notice of nothing around me, concentrating totally on the
tempo - drums keeping time, perfectly sublime.
Touching deepest feelings, bringing them up.
Releasing tension as it gets stirred and thrown out.
Likened images streaking out into the turmoil of yesterday.
Today, getting around and finding blessed phases left us by God.
Finding phrases set in music, not needing words to be expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem