the day was so fullmade dinner cleaned up no timeto write except this
the sauce is cookingplate my words with onions somegarlic and spices
Music floats downstairs. Loud enoughfor me to hear, but not understand.I sit in the loft at my laptop immersed in the quiet of writing, that love affair of words and spaces, syllable by syllable, dancing on my fingertips from one key press to another. This is the music myheart dances to.