In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos scored the room, and you — on an antique sofa near two dark-haired innocents — asked that I play something immortal. Dust motes grayed the air, and a sage-green shadow draped the walls in color like sifted powder. I agreed, but wandered, untold, too many keys to consider. ~



3 responses to “Schmaltz ~”
Dreams are dreams and we must celebrate them when they leave us with a pleasant feeling.
The images are fantastic. They give more importance to their writing and with the windows open, you also allow us to move on to your celebrity dream.
Manuel
That’s a really lovely critic Blessings 🤗🎆😔
Thanks to you