Sticks to skins the beat plays on... off in a lofty place the vibration of cymbals chime with emotion as the angels recall a song once sung and it doesn’t’ matter who the player is as long as they play with veracity now and then come together like film clips that drop to the floor …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 