Day by day
Without a keyboard
With its beauty
Of its companionship
Along with its keys
Of black and white
Like the world I used to live in
Fingering to and fro
Like waves slapping against each other
Until it lingers for a second
To wait to take a deep breath
And play the last parts
Of my life
Together mended on this broken heart
With no pen or paper
With no keys to play on
Its only me and my mind
Playing and playing
Even if you cut these tips off
Cut my hands off
I can still conduct a symphony
Play, listen
Without ever seeing you
Emphasis, light
A dark hour to sell my beloved
To drown it in the waters below
But rise and shine
And the music in the keys
Of heart
Never dies
But
The show must always go on
Forever
Even with a sacrifice of life
I still feel
The keys below my fingertips
To and fro
Forever more
Keep silent
And you can still hear
The whispers of the gentle music
Flowing the waves of the sea
Where I fell too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem