Not This Time Poem by Kasia Fedyk

Whispering words
behind a fragile image
that stand between
what is real
and what is an illusion

Like fingers
touching the piano
the piano responds

On pages of yesterday
I play the song of today

Scars appear in colors
I have seen in a distance
somewhere where time
no longer exists

Only white purity
in the absence of shade

The strings of the guitar
become tomorrows
open gates

Where mystics stand
leaving what is unknown
to discovery of self

Way beyond
what can be seen

As the music continues
the opened door
closes again.

I can not open
no, not this time.