A man wrote a song and died.
Trembling, the song tried to sing herself. Each day she practised, flexing melodic limbs, strengthening pale notes, until she came to understand discordant beauty.
That day, her song spilled into rivers and comet trails, spread throughout galaxies.
The universe leaned in to listen.
Lisa Alletson is an emerging writer whose work has been published in The Globe and Mail, Ginosko Literary Journal, and The Write Launch. She was born in South Africa and lives in Toronto, Canada. Follow her on Twitter at @LisaAlletson.
Wow, that was beautiful!
Thank you, Sharon.
Says so much!
Thank you!
Rosemary
Rosemary – thank you. I appreciate that so much.
Love this! Such great images.
Thank you Erin.
Simply beautiful. Thank you!
I truly appreciate your reading and commenting. Thank you.
So much said in so few words. Fabulous!
Thank you kindly, Christine.
A worthy story of the week. Congratulations.
Thank you Christine. I’m so thrilled and honoured to have the story of the week.
Lisa. Such succinctly used words evoking beautiful images. Reminds me of Gerry ❤️
Thank you so much, Janet.