Music to my Ears
Looking beside me, sat Grandpa. His fingers, roughened by years of labour, rested gently on the keys as if greeting an old friend. I stumble through a melody, every wrong note sounding louder than the last.
“I’m sorry I whispered,” pulling my hands into my lap
Grandpa chuckled; a quiet laugh that hid behind the sound of the rain.
The Echo of Silence
Can love truly conquer all? This couple struggles with an insurmountable loss which threatens to pull them apart. Their grief is green.
A Solitary Yarn
A melancholy imaginative which beautifully explores a woman watching her mother suffer with dementia.
Wavelengths of Humanity
A loving tribute to a grandfather through the all seeing and knowing eyes of his granddaughter.