Solitarily settled into melodies and rhythms of a musically
creative life, living in dreams of harmony that cannot be
defeated for they are rooted in an imaginational reality.
One that's constant and satisfying compared to living a
life of dissatisfaction and disappointment, illusions have
all faded, nothing is left, but a creative fantasy, one that
is vibrant and everlasting.
Keeping spirits up with positive moods and attitudes that
benefit self solely, adjusting terms of life to meet with its reality, yet keeping patterns and designs in synch with coded
rhythms throughout life and beyond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem