in this room, she slowly forgets her failings; filling the corners with such sounds as make sense of things. after dark, the moon just outside, she plays on her soul blossoming into better and somehow safer
in this room, she slowly forgets her failings; filling the corners with such sounds as make sense of things. after dark, the moon just outside, she plays on her soul blossoming into better and somehow safer
She plays and fills the emptiness within her and outside.
I love this piece 💜