Trompe Loeil – Saylor Square Gray Stone
This is the place where I’d sit and play the Moonlight Sonata
The tune had been haunting London for weeks past. But when the lights went out they went out fast …
Across the street the warehouse windows now covered with brick were once the centre of attention …
This is the place where I’d sit and play the Moonlight Sonata
Thursday morning. The room inhabited by two cats only …
At the little cabin near the lake of long ago …
You will find it’s an organised mess at the Cosy Coast trailer park …
Looking outside upon my rainforest garden, exotic scents flow into the room …
I want to hold on to you, black velvet rust scented memories …
We are home! Safe and sound…
As you enter the bathing house sandalwood scents arise from the candles combined with a delicate flowery resonance…
What some throw away others use to build a paradise…
