Working his way through the melodies, incessantly
playing what he wants to hear musically, as I
listen also and write to his intellect's choice
right now.
Watching nature as it surrounds me in rhythm,
feeling the presence of the mountains climbing
on the other side of the road, just a little
beyond, noticing it's steepness and cacti all
over it.
Climbing it musically and enjoying this particular
rendition to poetical nature, rising to the
occasion in writing poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem