pocket-eco

The sound of piano music quietly builds throughout the apartment. I slide down the sofa and creep toward Geo’s open door. Peeking round the door frame, I watch him. The evening sun is pouring through the open window and warming up his room. The stray brown hairs on his head are lit up from the light that shines behind him, and he stretches a moment, his muscles flexing under his shirt, before going back to playing. He hums along to the notes that he plays as he practices the tenor part of Dirait-Ton. I lean against the wood paneling and take in the sweet sounds. He’s always so serene when he practices, so calm, so happy. I wish th