Resting in bountiful melodies, running to and fro in roadways
that never seem to end as they weave patterns through and
across the U.S.A.
Delightful and endearing as rhythms hug and hold us in the
stress and turmoil of this life, wandering, roaming and
finding our ways through musical rhythms.
Knowing the reasons and purpose that are in place to keep
us living in music and its rhythmic intellect while an innate
talent continues to create them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" Let the music play. You wont get away...."