The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one …
Tag: music
A swan’s sonata
Her hands become contemporary dancers; swans across a mourning lake of midnight and ivories, their crystalline reflections feather ripples through …
Piano Man
The ebony and ivory keys glinted dully in the reflected light from the skylight overhead, despite their layer of attic …
My Magic Moment
Out of my still surroundings, out of an unfathomed ground: an inexplicable clowning, a long-forgotten sound. From Heaven’s gate …