Yiruma
Yiruma knows where it's at.
He speaks to us in a language everyone understands
or has the potential to
or can.
But am I the only one hearing the complexity within every fingertap unheard?
Mental conflicts
or maybe I'm selfish and draw his life back to mine
Unintentionally compare two inseparable distant lives
So maybe it's not his fingers, but mine
as I vigorously type to the beat of a thought
That I cannot even claim as my own
Call me selfish
and I apologize Yiruma
You sound great.