He said he wanted to know the entirety of the human condition,
for the ugliness gives the beauty meaning and perspective.
I thought he was mad
with his stylish frown
and his casually gloomy clothes.
I was sure he was mad.
He collected morbid photographs:
his stories gave me chills.
To me, art was always
beauty and shimmering life,
but now I know the beauty of the blackness.
I know the silence from the music.
I am whole.