Silently pounding an inner drum, listening for it's answer
within coded rhythms being played, intense and rewarding,
listening to melodies.
Rehearsing words wanting to be said, but this voice won't
utter a sound, only little whispers haunting beneath the
surface of life as it's being lived and experienced in
tunnels of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem