The fingers stretch
in an anatomical feat,
almost impossible,
and the phalanges crack,
and the joints come undone,
and the nails clutch at the void,
and the distance does not close—
the infinite stands in the way,
mocking the attempt,
and the goal is not reached:
to reach you.
And you said you would be eternal,
like starlight…
sempiternal.
And yet not even starlight is eternal.
And the only thing eternal is death.
And I,
with broken hands,
did not reach you.
Photography by Zhao Rong Tan
Cellist with an extensive musical career performing live and recording, accompanying musicians across diverse styles. Currently an active member of the Orquesta Filarmónica de Las Artes, and a university-level lecturer teaching theoretical subjects.