12: 10 p.m.
Walking up mountains, enjoying the silence of being,
as music rocks incessantly.
Full of energy, picking up faster, rapidly taking
time steadily up into peaks of tomorrow's heights.
Always culminating music's quality into depths of
intellect and imagination.
Flowing constantly without interruption, taking all
into the depths of ocean's being, formed in every
wave of notes coming forth.
Not allowing anything to get in the way of a peaceful
interlude sent from heaven and being enjoyed constantly
and incessantly without stopping for a rest.
Beautiful energy falling into souls with a tender touch
given to the existence that now has feeling.
Moving faster and faster, taking rhythms into another
dimension, doors and windows open wider just to allow
entrance.
(12: 12 p.m. - 3/29/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem