Of love and music

Into the messy room, there lies a piano. Healing Papers, notebooks, the memory of a song. Breaking Long forgotten are the staccatos of pain, Suffering a melody flourishes where your hands touch wood. Dwindling Crack. Crack. Out of tune – or not, Conviction the melody travels, flutters, whispers. Malediction Crack. Crack. Out of tune –Continue reading “Of love and music”