Thanks for the support
when I knew well enough my opponent.
And for the many times
you made me grin,
like a madwoman staring at a screen.
You're a silhouette in my mind,
a picturesque score:
beaming with delightful colors,
you give me hope to forget the big pictures
and to admire the scenery.
Thank you again for the disk;
the metaphor that brightened my day.

Thank you for the quarter notes
and the half notes that prance along the page.
Thanks for the fast-paced polka
and the smooth velvet jazz.
Colliding upon the coda,
fortissimo, legato tongues,
and clashing breath; swaying mistakes.
I'm becoming red.
Someone smiles at me through the blinding LED.
Next time, I'll remember the chorus.

Thank you so much for the freedom of expression
and the forgiveness in excuses.
For your phony sincerity.
I'm grateful for your worldliness,
godliness and your friendship.
Closer to plastic
and the smell of fresh keys
than ever to my loved ones.
Once upon a time, I discovered
my way to superiority.

Thanks for watching in on me
every night since I could remember.
For showing the moon
through your drooping, thin branches.
Thanks for the views.
And for the nights that I regret -
when you were by my side.
A majestic portrait type of outlook.
Stripped to the bone,
thank you for the patience.

Finally, thank you
for the documentations.
When I was young,
and when my face was fresh
and when my dreams were present.
Thank you for letting me dream
on your blank surface.
Maybe I wouldn’t know
my world today
if I were without you.

Thank you ink, thank you hard drive,
thank you vinyl, thank you paper,
thank you frostbite-prone weather,
thanks to everything
that has made me.
Never can I forget:
the reason I'm completely loony.
Thanks to the objects that speak for themselves
more than words.