such is the story
of love, now that they
have gone old
all their children
having no time
having lives of their own
in distant places
how the pianist wife
suffered the mental illness
which he could not
watch for long
'she is not herself anymore'
he thought
and he locked the doors
closed all the windows
put a pillow on her face
until she died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem