Artist: Kiyo Murakami
Strings kept her in this world. Strings pulling to the next.
Strings wrapped her body; strings wrapped her soul.
Strings of memory; strings of pain.
Strings like jellyfish tentacles.
Strings holding kites between earth and sky.
Strings are for puppets; strings are for theory.
Strings that bind like family.
Strings that sing with the musician’s touch.
Strings are synapses between souls and cosmos.
Strings. That something so simple. So everyday.
Determine her life, our lives.
Tied up with a bow.