I hear in my mind all of this music, and it breaks my heart...
Karine couldn't remember the timeframe where she crossed over from being composer to caretaker, to healer. Like any composer at times her sanity was questioned.
The difference between her and the rest is that she was not predominantly overzealous with her action. Simplicity in the actions and ways of her. Quiet tranquility was her off beat cadence.
Her life a bittersweet canon. Karine felt she was doing nothing more then walking or more so running in circles.
Even with a new place, a new home, a new beginning she felt it. A secret cadenza of her.
When had she become the healer and caretaker of strangers she had yet to decide. Tugs upon heart strings. They played her accordingly.
Those three.
Life in concerto.
Ever Solo.
Karine had yet to reveal her name and yet there was the sensation that the key notes were being painted along her spirit.
Worrisome way. Elegy and Fugues. There were no pianos to be found but her writing was fevered. Those bits of paper once blank became dominated by the wild frenzy of a melody.Dragons and adventures, Egyptians and sweet tempered blondes.
Everything in her head came undone, spilling the notes till they became...music
Karine couldn't remember the timeframe where she crossed over from being composer to caretaker, to healer. Like any composer at times her sanity was questioned.
The difference between her and the rest is that she was not predominantly overzealous with her action. Simplicity in the actions and ways of her. Quiet tranquility was her off beat cadence.
Her life a bittersweet canon. Karine felt she was doing nothing more then walking or more so running in circles.
Even with a new place, a new home, a new beginning she felt it. A secret cadenza of her.
When had she become the healer and caretaker of strangers she had yet to decide. Tugs upon heart strings. They played her accordingly.
Those three.
Life in concerto.
Ever Solo.
Karine had yet to reveal her name and yet there was the sensation that the key notes were being painted along her spirit.
Worrisome way. Elegy and Fugues. There were no pianos to be found but her writing was fevered. Those bits of paper once blank became dominated by the wild frenzy of a melody.Dragons and adventures, Egyptians and sweet tempered blondes.
Everything in her head came undone, spilling the notes till they became...music