Key

Key is she whom I sought throughout my life until she materialised on that golden sunshine day three decades ago. Until that moment she was a canvas not yet painted; a sculpture not quite formed; though within my being she existed as surely as did I. That story lives on and will always remain alive; at least, whilst we draw breath. But there are other tales to tell. Tales that must be told lest oblivion effaces them, and history devours their unsung melodies, flitting as ghosts in my past.