The wildness of it all grips me, as the rapturous calls of the piano echo through the chamber. Savage in its beauty, I find myself unable to dance once more to this song of humanity. The passages written along the castle walls have inscribed a mournful dirge in my heart. Your memory is etched there, upon the wind that whispers through the ancient stone.

As I listen, the notes unbind themselves, drifting softly and tragically like an unfettered flag in the breeze. This thought, though it may be my last, holds a certain weight—important to someone, somewhere, yet far off.

What act, what deed, may I undertake to become human once again in this skin? The quest seems eternal, an endless search for that elusive spark of life and connection.

©️ Beatriz Esmer