Chords tip-toeing across my mind, taking me interiorly
into it's recesses, there finding my spirit open and
alert and awake.
Grasping each captivating source of life and nature,
searching in other dimensions for the truth of living
and dying.
Picking up vibrations hidden within my being, loving
their textures and designs, grasping and letting them
penetrate intellect with patterns of intellectual rhythms.
Coded within their tones and tempos, selected and fitted
into chords and measures of music so perfectly and coher-
ently, then becoming paintings of melodies being played.
Nothing to conquer or doubt, just a sincere fulfillment
of my passion, essence and spirituality always kept deeply
cherished and treasured on photographic screens, all of my
memories to be etched forever in this mind and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem