Music rising within this mind, much like that of the sun
rising over the horizon each morning, bringing feelings
of peace and tranquility soothingly throughout this being.
Every moment of the day and night, living interiorly for
years in a medley of melodies, harmonies and their rhythms
falling into lines of poetry.
Measures of music being composed classically on a continual
basis, a never-ending feeling of energy and pleasure being
combined.
Healing this mind and curing what needs to be cured through-
out this life, drums beating out rhythms, sounding like
thunderstorms of delicate proportions, nothing like it any-
where in the reality of life, only written here within an
imaginational reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem