Rhythms jumping into the foreground telling stories
that fall into and out of contexts of life, at times,
jumping to conclusions.
Never missing a beat, sending messages in tones of music
that often reverberate and ending up in spheres of a photo-
graphic mind.
Never forgetting or leaving behind a memory, note or rhythm,
all of it staying sacredly in lines of prose, waiting in
measures of strength and tonality all through the years of
a single lifetime, always soaring into major portions of a
creative process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem