Tirelessly listening to music and rhythms, being energized
by the colors of its sound, rapidly playing guitarist, now
taking this mind into a realm of ingenious measures.
Translating itself into poetry instantaneously with clarity
and a distinct tone of sacred and holy thoughts, reaching
into their depths as life dances behind, trying to catch up,
racing, syncopating while doing so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem