They say, Perception becomes reality. Perhaps they (whover they are), are right.
“Sing me a song,” she said. I so wanted to please; To be worthy of this strong, frail person Whom I held in such high regard. So I opened my mouth to sing And made myself vulnerable to her. There came forth a horrid, cacophonous sound As of a hundred violins out of tune (The screaming strings of Mantovani, gone berserk) With bassoons belching, Trumpets blaring, And...Read On