Guitar being sliced and picked at the same time, filing
out into the room with an intensely lighted fervor that
keeps on expanding on its own.
Taking every rhythm into depths of a wholesome and great
country-western band, one that teases, taunts and entices
this mind to continue writing poetry.
Hoping to be put into lyrics and sung in many songs through-
out time, reuniting soul and mind together in the depths of
music tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem