My fingers were trembling, the black and white keys were stained with my blood, strings were smudged with vibration. I kept on playing, knowing that my playing was needed to keep things going. The natural frequencies were measured with my ears, I had the gift to pry open the fabric of reality into another dimensionContinue reading “Sotto Voce”
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Blue, Blue Sky.
The polished jet black grand piano stood signularly across the room, the strings were beating in a melodious tone, the keys were capering gracefully, dancing in the rhythm of the heart, and moulding the shape of you. I postured myself in a comfortable position, the grand piano was placed in a vicinity where sunlight orContinue reading “Blue, Blue Sky.”
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