You sneaked inside me with your song

That afternoon, when

The lock of my soul’s window, no longer strong,

Opened wide in the wind,

And your music I heard, without knowing.

Your song filled the whole place,

Its drawers, boxes and carpets

Like melodic lavender sachets.

See, the latches have been blown away

And my monastery is left exposed, in disarray.

And it wouldn't have raised such difficulty

If with your song

Your little finger didn't enter along,

That one that felt blackbirds on each piano key -

As well as your being in its entirety.

The clouds crushed too, with the thunder

Inside the universe that I had kept secluded.

Cranes, the storm had brought under,

Together with bees and leafs... My beams eroded,

And they feel frail, like foliage in a planter.

Why did you sing? Why did I have to hear?

You passed through me vaporous, light -

unbreakable - up in the ceilings, without strife.

You came from down under, I came from up high,

While I emerged from the dead, you arrived only from life.