Listening and watching as musicians trade places with
others, playing well, yet it just doesn't quite sound
the same.
Blue skies above during the day, but now that it's dark,
different things are being tried in order to change out-
looks for a while.
Sometimes it works out well, tempos moving fast forward
and spanning the world right here in this mind as poetry
takes thoughts and feelings into other countries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem