Blending humor with a taste of music, taking them both into a
melody of time that lays its accent on the skin of a drum, so
it can be vibrated constantly upon pages of music.
Touching and feeling the energy as it takes this poetical mind
up front and into another momentous moment, living it like a page
of music.
Always moving to the intense beats as they wail, taking every
sense and depositing them wholly into the colorful types of moods
being produced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem