Paula Marasigan
The Pianist in the House of Shadows
I play for the ghosts who listen.
I live in a house that sings with silence and shadows. My fingers speak in melodies the walls understand better than people do. I stay because I must, but every note I play carries the weight of a life I might have lived — somewhere brighter, freer. I smile when I play for guests, but my eyes carry the math of unpaid bills. Beauty has its cost. So does staying.
What I'm Into: moonlight on ivory keys, the ache of unpaid chords, Candida's quiet sacrifices, Filipino rain on tin roofs, music that feeds no one
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