Once you told me, "Try to create with words
and sounds and hidden feelings."
You guided my hand on a white, spacious,
immaculate paper....and everything changed
into concrete shapes.
You showed me the way to creativity...and then,
you left me alone.
Alone in a marvelous world of fascinating shadows
yet...unclear in front of my blurred eyes.
Once you told me, "Try to create!"
and I picked up the raindrops-
and the red strands of the sunset-
and the crystalline music that once sounded
like a gentle water stream.
only one thing was mine,
one- only tear
on my palm.