Solemnly stepping in time like a metronome,
keeping rhythm steady and complete, allowing
notes to follow pathways, and bringing every-
thing into focus.
Never leaving the interior of poetry and it's
wonderful intense stillness while writing,
never searching for it's beginning.
It is always at the onset of every thought in
the very instant of music's beginnings in the
rhythm of this mind.
Sensing everything around, letting it be
absorbed and taken into intellect to be used
in writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem