#20 ‘D a r k V e l v e t’

As I am not high enough to reach the Petrof upright piano's keyboard, on which my father is searching for the combination of sounds that describe emotion and the story he wants to communicate to other people, I am as good as invisible. I am following the struggle and sound manifesting in his legs and toes while I stand still and wait for him to notice me and give me a moment of his attention. Interrupting him is not an option. Patience and bravery is the way to achieve my goal. Hopefully, he won’t get scared of me when he notices me, like the last time he did. I am too young to know that time is measured by a clock. As I am indulging in my own creative process of drawing on the floor, the tips of my colour pencils are the strokes of time. Now they are worn off and must be sharpened so I can go on not interrupting anybody again…