Pounding and bouncing across the skin of several
drums being used to play Indian music.
Wonderful and exciting, keeping time with the
heartbeats of an interior being.
Touched by incessant sounds, while outside a key-
board plays a steady rhythm, not missing a beat.
Mixing with Indian music, steady rhythms being
listened to at the same exact time.
Enjoying textures of the two of them blending and
mixing together.
So astounding and pleasant, taking abstracts and
affixing them perfectly in one measure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem