I sit here,
not alone,
so amazed at the
purity of the piano,
it’s firm and soft keystrokes
driving through my brain
into my soul and deeper;
into a part of me I’ve never known
before,
the confusion of it all
is unwound
and I’m afraid
of what it will be.
it is beautiful,
and I am
beautifully afraid.
when the mystery pops into the heart and stuffs wonder all through you take it take all of it yet fear of what may be found trembles the cells still how wonderful a fine poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the mystique to this poem. Its simple comparisons make you think of deeper things. Fear can be liberating, exciting and crippling, sometimes all at once. And, indeed it can leave things looking beautiful.