Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you.

Maybe she knew some day it would become my job. My job to complete the melody she had begun.

I can almost feel the wind beneath my wings; I can almost taste the thrill of flying away from this small town and never looking back.

It's as if Mom was expressing herself in a language other than English; a language that Grandma wouldn't be able to interpret simply by looking at the music notes.

There's no better way to get to know a person than through their art.

Ax.” Sadie is breathless as she caresses the angular lines of my face. “I love you so much. You’re my whole world. You know that, right?