Syncopated rhythms stretching into this beautiful
and enticing evening, pounding drums steadily,
never missing a beat throughout the entire night.
Thrilling everyone, keeping pace with rhythms, not
falling behind, just staying in step with notes and
tempos.
Words slipping, focusing outward into the atmosphere
and environment, watching as shadows hide and seek,
looking for one another in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem