He draws the bow across the strings slowly painfully sweetly. Pulling sombre tones they glide through air heavy with regret and longing. Lost in the music. His eyes, dark and… [Continue Reading]
starting again… simply living on a tropical island
He draws the bow across the strings slowly painfully sweetly. Pulling sombre tones they glide through air heavy with regret and longing. Lost in the music. His eyes, dark and… [Continue Reading]