The TunnelMany live their life looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.Maybe we all do.As we pass through this structure, we see images in the ..
MalaiseLove is a malady that infects my soul.Like a cancer it moves through my blood.Once the physical element is removed like a tumor, the scar somet..
The PianistA flair comes forth from dexterous digits.The sounds waft in the still air.A grin of determination erupts as the music swells to envelope t..