L’eglise aux roses / Janis crunch
Sky slowly turning dark, indigo seeping through these windows. Her shoulders heaving upwards and down, like the waves on a shore.
While listening to her piano performance i looked at her profile and wondered for how long i had known this woman. Early memories of us meeting at the train station at midnight for rehearsals came back. Her eyes, sparkling and large, her generous and warm bear hugs.
Such a strange and indescribable feeling to watch a close friend pour out her soul unto a piano. I could almost peer into her existence.
