The Fading Sounds of Sorrow

I was sitting in my writing chair listening to some beautiful instrumental Christmas music. It was a piano solo. As the pianist continued to play a soft melody, in the distance, I heard the wailing song of a siren clearing the way in route to an unknown trauma. The...

Wind Chimes

The older I become the more my years both past and those yet to come hang like wind chimes waiting for me to pass by. I am the breeze they anticipate my passage a billowing against their calendared surface moving, making the music of life,        ...