She had been playing softly for a while, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. The tune just slight of haunting, a touch of melancholy, but filled with beauty. She rests her soft cheek against the harps frame, her eyes were closed as she feels the music vibrate over her skin, sinking into her bones. Ears … More Haunted
it’s a brush against my skin in the dark a bell rings and no hand is there to ring it and I wonder, is it you? is it you trying reach across the divide is it you that passes by gently touching to remind me that you stroll in the splendor while I walk in … More YOU?
Almost done with another project. A cute little drop leaf table, sitting free by the side of the road. I really could not pass it up. I can drive by lots of abandoned furniture. Always taking up residence on the side of the road. Like the many homeless people that seem to be gathering in … More STRINGS
INTO THIS DEEP 