Piano is played by dancing fingers of a lady from above.
Should I sing?
Or should I fall asleep?
Music of footsteps
Are running through my silent heart—
Sentinels are ready to conquer.
Should I fight?
Or should I surrender?
Have come to me again and again
Asking for my permission to build a colony—
Agreement upon disagreement
And finally I stay sanely dumb;
None of choices is better.
Caressing my black hair in dark night tonight
Dictate symbols upon symbols through notes.
Do re mi fa so la ci do
8 and 9 along with the alphabets
I am deciphering my life.
And the sentinels are still waiting…
Solo – 21 February 2012 – 9:03pm