The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one final grand lament.Beyond its boughs a sweeter sight: a lush and verdant glade.With shaking hands …
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A swan’s sonata
Her hands become contemporary dancers; swans across a mourning lake of midnight and ivories, their crystalline reflections feather ripples through time. By candlelight, she plays till the sky offers rain. Even thunder can be gentle, …
Piano Man
The ebony and ivory keys glinted dully in the reflected light from the skylight overhead, despite their layer of attic dust. It felt cold up here – far colder than the day warranted. The keys …
My Magic Moment
Out of my still surroundings, out of an unfathomed ground: an inexplicable clowning, a long-forgotten sound. From Heaven’s gate on angel wings, a clarinet, then honeyed strings begin one magic moment. There’s no-one around …