Pearlgonix

With delicate fingers An ancient song is woven from the soils of melancholy and ambition Notes articulated each to their own Black ink expressed with charisma on the white parchment With slow, vibrant strikes at the strings Each finger is fulfilled in their own role Left fingers taking a tasting lick with each staccato Right drawing legato bow strokes akin to that of a graceful dancer Both work alongside to procreate the melodic eloquence that still fills these empty hallways to this day