The Cellist (…for Channa)

Stepping of the train, I could hear the whispery strains of a cello. Grand Central Terminus, always full of people and conversation was strangely mute, letting the sounds of Fauré's Pavane op.50 waft through the halls and platforms. I immediately thought of my cellist friend and "soul sister" Channa, who I wished could be there with [...]