Quiet, trembling space between
black and white keys
there is no room for grey
only for what comes after
from the third to the fourth key
we find a moment for sadness
not losing ourselves in nothingness
catch what is still alive
and save it with our gaze
we move step by step
and then we crack
between the seventh and the eighth doubt
a small, anxious second appears
on another note,
in a different tonality
we change
and the same music
is no longer the same.