Music is a chorus of ghosts, nothing but invisible notes. Haunting us with melodies, to the point we become obsessed with the music as much as it is obsessed with us.
This confessional short story written by a musician describes how it feels to play those ghostly notes. To create something haunting to play ... that also haunts us back.
My first story was about a Halloween party, written when I was four. Since then, it's just been one after another. I'm constantly working, happily juggling two or three projects. A childhood of musical theatre and plenty of films gave me insight into the past. My stories are inspired by Gothic authors, tragic romances, the Victorian era, foggy London, and Byronic heroes. I also adore a touch of whimsical fantasy as well.