Clair Solstice
Joined September 2018
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Life Without Words
The well used wooden bench squeaks against the floor. Chipped, yellowed keys that have also been well used, some more than others, are revealed under the cover. My fingers brush over black and white, feeling the hum of the piano. I settle myself and breathe before my fingers take me away to a gondola ride in Venice.
By Clair Solstice6 years ago in Beat