Drummer totally getting into the energy of beats
and rhythms as he plays intently, guitars joining
in, replicating energy that he's playing with now.
Hammering away at measures of notes, tones and beats,
tempos striding down edges of a poetical life that
just has to be moving.
Exercising in patterns, ideas and thoughts, filled
with many parts of life designed in dreams while
sleeping, reaching the top of life's dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem