you are so blue!

you, forest, full of piano keys

empty of trees because your bodies are the trees

droplets clinging to the notes you sound out

a smell like earth and warmth

clean but misty

filling up my chest, so heartbreakingly loud

but it's quiet in here

some days i feel this over and over

untouchable clarity

and my hands are like musicians' hands

dancing on air

cradling myself because no one will hold me

wallpaper is plastered to the trees

the clean trees, that no one had touched

they're dry now, dusty

i am dusty too

clarity is brief, my hands are stiff

there is no loudness in my chest

my pulse is quiet and irregular

and we blithely look on