For Those Stories Remain Untold (Poems & Short Stories)

For The Concert I Couldn't Grant You

For the concert that I could not grant you,
For him I will pour all my soul into this art,
so that it doesn't happen again,
that overwhelming situation eating me away every day,
and grant you the wish that I cannot give you.

I watched you when you were on sitting on the lap of death,
with a stranger in my hands,
clinging to him for the desires that were imposed on me,
did what they wanted,
I touched the uncomfortable stranger in my hands,
providing as much as I could but less than what I had to offer.

That's why I won't resist my weight,
I will descend peacefully into the depth of that untouchable art,
I will let parts of me go and dedicate everything to those depths,
creating beautiful melodies that cover my disstress,
and even if my lungs fill with water,
I will continue.

I will explore the unknown in my hands, I will dedicate myself to knowing him until he is an extension of my body,
I will work until my fingers and ears bleed,
I will welcome the pain,
the pain that helps me cover my anguish,
because I owe you something that is now impossible to give.

You left listening to something so mediocre,
it's impossible to repay you what I owe you.

That's why I will pour my soul and existence to the stranger in my arms, Hoping it will ease my pain and repay you for what you lost,
If only I had tried harder before you left, Maybe that way, I would have made you smile.