Wriggling, squirming, not able to sit still, because musical
rhythms keep coming, finding their way into this heart time
and again.
Stimulating this mind while at the same time calming and
soothing it in coded rhythms that are stalwart and closely
connected.
Reciting life in depths of music while writing all night
long, preferring to stay within a bluened light, because
it's so serene and quiet.
Always enabling this mere poet to write and figure out
the coded rhythms being played continually through many
measures of intense melodies and harmonies always at
hand when thinking thoughtfully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem