Escaping the lime light, hiding out in a cafe
of undisturbed reticence.
Curling up in corners of musical composition
as lights are dimmed and fall asleep.
Taking immediate steps to keep away from bright
lights, not wanting to be illuminated, for it
will ruin my mysterious reputation.
If sent out into the open I will dissolve,
disappear and melt into the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem