my mind is a cacophony of unanswered questions;
my heart, an unresolved conundrum.
your hands glide over the piano and
weave a story in the air around us;
your brushstrokes splatter on my skin and
paint galaxies i cannot name.
(and i don't think i have ever seen stars look so beautiful.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem