by Paul Tristram / June 18th, 2017 One more hour of melting candle remainingand another five left of night.He fingers Chopin’s ‘Funeral March’over and over and over again…using the repetitionto enter an almost trance-like state.He’s tried scrying black mirrors,runes and tarot decks…hovering a desperate, searching mindover the actual spreadto alchemise an image above the reading.Just … Continue reading Playing The Piano, Mournfully, Behind Window Panes Dripping With Rain