My heart desires something it can never have, so I sit and
suffer through life, pretending it doesn't really matter.
Fingering my piano, composing the songs that will never be
sung outside my mind.
Keeping life hidden behind locked and coded rhythms so no
one can hurt me.
Distant echoes reverberate within my soul, holding me
closely so I will not totally disappear from life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem