🎵 The One Clad in White - I Gift This Sound to You -

Hello.
I dedicate this poem to Kura-chan, who always gives me warm and supportive words, with all my gratitude.

Thank you, always.

Your white is
not a color meant to erase anyone.

Even for a wounded heart,
it leaves a place to belong,
the color of warm light.

You know, don't you,
that words have a temperature.

That is why you do not rush,
choosing them one by one.

Reaching out gently
to the heart of someone who is lost.

Those words
are not born to force an answer upon them,

but to quietly stand by them,
saying, 'It is okay to be here.'

And you are
a person who loves sound.

Gently layering your feelings
onto every single tone,

you use the small wings of melody
to connect hearts that are far apart.

On days of smiles,
and on days of tears,

you know that music
will surely never leave anyone alone.

You know this.

That is why your song
reaches out, even without a loud voice.

Like white petals dancing,

the soft sound
quietly settles into people's hearts,

dyeing this day
just a little bit gentler.

The words you weave
are surely saving someone again today

The sounds you play
are surely unraveling someone's loneliness again today

Thank you

In a world where you exist,
the light is just a little softer

And again today,
your white turns into words and sounds,
gently drawing close to someone's tomorrow