Mind swimming in another direction, not able to abide slow-paced rhythms.
So happy that they have picked up speed, heart gaining energy naturally.
Mind happier now that musical rhythms are quicker and more agile than prior ones, playing with teasing rhythms as they pick up speed.
Band noticing how this mere poet is keeping up perfectly with them.
Spending moments in depths of thoughts as they are picked up by drummer's beats.
Finding just the right sounds and rhythmic beats, keeping track with neural pathways and synapses, quality sounds coming out now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem