hear me out,
screaming in a whispered tone
as i tiptoed
against the dewy grasses
under full moon.
you see how i sway
as if i play beethoven's masterpiece
inside my head?
no?
maybe it is not a dance
like you expected
but a theatre play in the midst
of the barren surface--eyes closed,
ever faithful to the rhythmonly I can hear.but no,my ears are closed
as i pressed my fingers
into my fractured hips.
i become breathelesslike a ghost
who never find a way home.
the only vision i have
is my eyes
becoming like a waterfall--the moon sparkled
and stars became ever radiant
as I still sway
to let the wind clot my wound
and halt the bloodflowing like the tune of fúr elise.
you see now how i sway?
i am not a goddess of the moonlight
doing rhythmic footwork
only I can hear.
i am swaying to let the ground
swallow me whole
since my white pajamas are stained-
like the red rose made out of love;
but mine was turning maroon
and as i am counting
my final eights,
i am slowly being drained
down to my final minute.
mother,
let me play my moonlight sonata
after i heard it during lunar eclipse
but you let me bury
into the disastrous tune of which no one will never lend an ear
for you see me as a waste of talent
unlike what you envision
far-fetched
from the path i want to go.
and the last tune ends
of my moonlight sonata
playing until my last breath
so does the last footwork
of my moonlight sonata
playing until my last heartbeat.