Stepping into realms of country-western music being sung by Cold Front Band, always finding things to write about while they play.
Mind and intellect being splashed with their intellectual music, touching mind and spirit while thinking and writing poetry, an equivalent of fantastic soaring into space.
Always standing in line when music is right around the corner, mind translating notes and tones into lines of poetry, feeling a sense of wonder and curiosity within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem