The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I go to the piano
And find a red flower on the score sheet.
I go to the piano
And there's tea with light steam
And a cake with a spoon thrust in.
I remove it
Like Arthur taking out his sword from the rock.
I remove it
And the cake's no more there.
I put the spoon back.
There's wind and shaking flowers,
There’s the sun and rustling wheat.
I'm alive,
And I attack the keys
Wildly.
The score sheet stares and I stare back
Wildly.
And the fingers take off
Like kites without strings,
At the mercy of this wind of notes that hits me.
I finish the piece
And feel alive.
I finish the piece
And feel like a warrior walking uphill
With not just muscles to show,
But the blood,
The angry eyes,
And the hair that sticks to the forehead.
I’m alive...
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