Keys hit softly 
Keys hit sadly 
Yet it’s perfectly beautiful, 
In every way.
It speaks of oppression
It speaks of war 
Yet it’s still beautiful
In every way. 
It paints stunning images of death  
It paints stunning images of violence
And still it is beautiful in every way 
Until
Until realities key is hit just perfectly.
And everything that was once beautiful, 
Plummets into woe.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    