The Worth Of Words

When I was growing up, I knew from a very young age that I was super sensitive. Words hurt me or built me up with incredible ease on both accounts. I would mull over what was said, trying to squeeze every inch of meaning out of the words. I would analyse until I could goContinue reading “The Worth Of Words”

Winter Concert

Standing there under warm lights, Violin raised and bow drawn, I found you in that sea of faces At sweet, innocent, fifteen. I’d never seen you through that lens And perhaps never will again- A thrill not equalled on that stage- Proud moment standing still. As I played, you did not know The ballad becameContinue reading “Winter Concert”