Before each section of this book unfolds, you'll find a collection of songs. Each carrying the same ache, the same tenderness as the poems, echoing their feeling. They aren't soundtracks, but reflections or maybe fragments of sound that mirror these pages. What my silence would have sung, if it could
Before each section of this book unfolds, you'll find a collection of songs. Each carrying the same ache, the same tenderness as the poems, echoing their feeling. They aren't soundtracks, but reflections or maybe fragments of sound that mirror these pages. What my silence would have sung, if it could