Fires of imagination snap, alluring this mind in melodies
and harmonies of rhythm, soothing, calming, a never-end-
ing motion eliciting lines of poetry.
Set in stylish measures of each rhythm, tempting and taunt-
ing with every beat of the drum, strings being strummed on
a guitar.
Keys upon a keyboard traipsing and guiding the direction of
each melody, taking paths of immeasurable and beautiful ways
of an imaginational reality.
One that surprises even this mere poet at times, taking steps
steadily in all directions as music continues to play, then
stops suddenly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, such a heartwarming poem...10++++