the same notes repeat

a rippling treble, quick and aloof

She paints her feelings

too quick for me to clear her head

act or not, I won't care

the notes I couldn't sing

what I had wished so long to be beautiful

they have alexithymic rhythm

for I to be a lyrical Einstein

for I to be something

piano rings pianissimo

cold and heavy, dead breaths

I sway to your music

I want this too, I say,

asphyxiate me aloud, I'll be silent

to make music is to leave it all forward

to be 'someone', is to think comprehensively

I am what the people want, their forté

move me like voodoo, I know no difference

I want this, I want to be