Inside is empty--
A lost soul, a distant traveler.
Everything has diminished;
All traces of herself have past evaporated.
What an unfortunate dilemma!
An artist with an empty soul.
Feelings itch from somewhere deep inside,
But she cannot reach them.
Her art is good as nothing--
For her soul is missing from it.
Her words are meaningless--
For there is nothing to express.
Her music does not reach--
For what she creates is only noise.
How extraordinary it is to feel no more!
Pain is washed away and buried deep down,
Hidden from her mind where she cannot find it.
Even so, it is a marvelous mystery:
When the artist has been emptied,
Does her work become a waste?
Without a soul it is nothing;
It all burns down in flames.

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