The end is never truly the end
Memories don't end, their echoes
Play soft and delicate tones
On the strings of my heart
Familiar sadness
Remembered joy
Harmony
Born from
Noise
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
Anonymous by necessity,
Vocal by choice.
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Very nice nonet.
Harmony born from noise is a great line. Not sure if it was what you intended, but it tells me that music (life, and love) Only comes from making noise and getting out there.
Well done, smashing picture choice as well!
Awesome work
Nice work!!!