….a small extract from Silver’s Threads……..the web

Adrift between the warp and weft…fragile hands, so pale and deft…weave the scraps of tapestry left…upon the Skeins of Time. Each colour a note, a sound vibrating…within each sound a memory waiting…to reveal a life unfolding…upon the Skeins of Tyme. Sweet, discordant, flat or sharp…as the notes wrung from a harp…what lies behind each beating […]