The Observed Me

prologue:
The universe does not yet have the answer.
The ripples in spacetime predicted by Einstein in 1916.
I felt that tremor, released by the merger of neutron stars, deep within my chest.
This poem is a letter from me to the universe, carrying words upon invisible waves.

Everything is made of particles
From that story, I learned the word neutron star
Drawn to Einstein's homework
My heart trembled at the sound of the words gravitational waves.

Particles and waves
They take shape when they are being watched
That is how it seems to be
That means by being observed
Existence is determined

With those two things existing
This world is made
Things that do not overlap
Things that can overlap

My universe is,
A world where overlapping things can be seen
Things that do not overlap are,
An invisible world.

Black holes are unknown...
The weaving waves are mysterious
The visible world and the invisible world
I want to receive them sensitively.

It is strange, but
Even invisible things can take shape
That is the universe I feel.
Everything is connected to the universe
Even small waves reach me.

The universe has no words
It is just swaying
The whispers of distant stars
Gently stroke the veil of spacetime.

By the time the gravitational waves arrive
The depths of my heart also ripple quietly
Invisible things truly exist
Just knowing that makes me want to cry.

If you listen to the heartbeat of the galaxy
Your feelings are surely there too
Even without putting them into words
Because they are conveyed through the heart.

If you listen to the heartbeat of the galaxy,

Your soul surely resonates there.

Even without words,

The heart knows how to convey.
end.