Image from google She closed her eyes. As she slept, she dreamt. It was an eerily familiar dream, one about queer doors. Doors which always remained unopened. It was a mysterious circular room with ancient runes in the gossamer walls. She knew the drill. It was so frequent, it seemed to be etched into her… Continue reading Paint a Dream
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com My fingers strokeThe ivory keysA tingling resonance brokeThe serene, still peace As my hands glided with wonderMusic being created, exploredI could feel myself surrenderBy the melody allured I felt myself being transportedTo an era of fantasyWhere magic of colours assortedAlighted sheer ecstasy The tune bespoke of a million things I… Continue reading Why I Play the Piano
Wild imagination 