Moving quickly and intensely into notions of rhythms,
surfing upon measures filled with rapid tempos and
colors bursting silently from within them.
Feeling young again as the music lifts spirits and
enlivens an interior spirituality of a life hiding
away interiorly.
Only God knowing it exists except when this mere poet
writes it into prose and sends it out to the world,
exercising life outright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem