Headshots
on the piano
flames
on his fingers
disereless flames
but hungry
Snow
around the piano
ice
on his heart
frozen tears
on his fingers
but able to flow
like igneous tongues
Blood
on his movement
immobilized lust
behind his thoughts
death
behind c minore
death
in him
crave
he craves
but he closes
his eyes
and he hides
find me now
try to find me behind the sound
behind the breath of the piano
sarcasm
he laughs
and congeals in a smile
frozen
because he has gained triumph
with the hand of their ignorance
"my dear beloved naives
I greet you for the acclamation
I shall now retire"
and with the hand if their ignorance
he manages once again
to hide
behind c minore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem