Conditioning of music's rhythms leading me into tunnels of
energy, living in a deep contemplation where everything's
bound together in an energetic section of prose.
A fantastic amount of melodies being played so divinely,
rhythms kicking up their heels, every idea joyously wait-
ing to be exercised.
Tantalized into poetry journals, effervescent and curious,
always ready with many questions that cannot wait, having
to be answered immediately.
Nothing else will do, rhythms continuing to play and ply
this mind with their exquisite and vibrant ideas through-
out life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem