Work Text:
There is an "I" in friends
offered in blue skies
blue eyes
and a smile.
Looking downwards
at them reborn
I yearn
to change
but my angel wings
can't be rid
of their black feathers.
Some may
still be white
but the red
in my eyes
won't let me
see them.
Noise crackles
in my chest
where my heart
used to beat.
I clench
my fist
the Noise
becomes
a tiny violin.
A Composer's
sadness
is a minor note
in Shibuya's symphony.
