The anguish slips out of my body
As my fingers glide over the keyboard
Of my guitar.
The music arrives to heal
Your sick body,
It arrives to soothe the pain of the mind.
A unison with God
That resolves fears,
A continuous prayer
Among the highs and lows
Of perfect notes.
The strings vibrate,
And my soul vibrates.
I dissolve into the moment.

Light of my life, my shining star,
I named you Lucia, just as you are.
You came to me, a gift so rare,
A blessing for which I’ll always care.

The hollow silence life once knew
Was filled the moment I met you.
So deep my joy, I had to say:
“At last, I’m truly alive today!”

For two whole years, you made no sound,
Now words just flow when you’re around—
Even at school, with ease and grace,
Your voice has truly found its place.

I held your hand when you were small,
A child so sweet, so soft, so tall.
In dreams, I rocked you every night
With my mother’s lullaby so light.

Now grown, you face a world unkind,
And still I try, with all my mind,
To shield you from life’s heavy weight,
Its hidden dangers, fear, and fate.

Now and always, daughter dear,
You mustn’t ever live in fear:
For by your side, come night or day,
Your dad will never drift away.

A bee taps at the windowpane;
nature calling, calm and plain.
A world grown blind, in vain.

You cannot grasp it with your hand,
yet in your heart, it makes its stand.
It comes like lightning through the night,
then lingers quietly in your sight.
When weak, it lets in seeds of doubt;
when strong, it turns the battle out.
For it, so many met their end;
for it, the Saints began to ascend.
It lifts the poor in deep despair,
and haunts the rich with empty care.
On your last day, it holds you tight;
was it all worth the steadfast fight?
Only if we wake once more,
will we know what faith was for.

Today is my last day.
Even if tomorrow I wake up.
I no longer remember anything from yesterday.

I’ve crossed the borders, seen and veiled,

to flee the sin where sloth prevailed.

I tied myself to life’s high mast,

“to follow virtue, knowledge vast.”

Was it worth the storms I braved?

I yield to silence, judgment saved.

But no: “to drown is not so sweet”

in seas where hope and sorrow meet.