19 August 2012
Softly strumming music. A quiet soothing lullaby. The violin plays to the babe lying in the cradle. Encapsulating the adoration of life and memories contained in the new photos placed around the room. Soft toys and colourful blankets line the bed as comforting reminders for the child. Slowly the notes turn sour, the violin plays on. The pace soon racing whilst the babe awakens screaming. The bow shakes uncontrollably scratching the strings with a painful distraught power. The photos fade and the blankets and toys gather dust. The violin continues it's rampant song. It stops. The mother holds the instrument by her side as tears flow from her eyes. She stares at the empty cot where her child once lay.
Fade • Opuss № I