I poured my soul,
onto this board.
And from the keys it dripped,
with a whimsicle chorde.
A slight pressure,
on ivory steps,
and my heart sails higher.
As it climbs the black jets.
And then it's over,
and the song is done.
And yet my soul still drips,
from this very special one.
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I would like to translate this poem
i hope this one isnt one of the ones you were talking about, this poem is great, the description and expression is wonderful and shocking to express so much in just a short poem, i think this one is one of my favorites