Memories form at the end of cold fingers, Skin on skin, but not the same. Where eyes once looked up defiant at heaven, Below in retrospect, they now creep. This is not how it was supposed to be. This is not what he promised. Being touched on the skin is as nothing To being […]


It starts with a lifting Delicate touch Needle caresses the vinyl Kissing the gloss surface Brushing notes from the static Awakening dreams Feelings The magic of words and music Made real Tracing the scores Impregnations  Following the exactitude of creation Perfection — Unlike the digital A reversal Played from the inside out Shiny coated Zeros […]