Fingers running up and down the keyboard of life,
composing music classically while writing poetry,
artistically following patterns and designs.
Taking turns and finding new ways of producing
them as colors and sounds flow through the very
veins of being.
Touching and creating all the while as life im-
itates poetry through photographic screens in
depths of visions from tomorrow's yesterdays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem