Circuits of electronic keyboards fill the air with
electricity from within landscapes of rhythm.
So often calming, soothing and beginning another
system in anticipated realms of factual atmospheres.
Never leaving sanity of life to the mercy of anyone
else, just keeping everything in collected rhythms of
poetry.
All situated talently in perfect albums of yesterday,
being written easily in many tomes, ready to be seen
in the future of many more tomorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem