Turn this poem into a video: I did not know the body could open like this— Not wound, not door ...

Turn this poem into a video: I did not know the body could open like this— Not wound, not door But something luminous learning It’s edges I can see music it gathers behind my eyes like kindness with intention and I am inside it or it is inside me And I cannot tell I can see music it hums against my ribs until my ribs forget they were meant to protect anything I can see music which means I can make meaning out of nearly anything Which means I am never alone Even when I am I can see music which means this is dangerous this brightness this willingness to believe in radiance I can see music And I am trying I am trying not to drown in it not to hand it away to the nearest source of warmth but to hold it like light that has chosen chosen God