Model: Deny Barios | Ph: Cez Jarlyn Young

In moments like last night, I live for the split second before your cane touches me- the air it sends rushing as it cuts its way to find my skin.

And just when you know I am on the edge, just a centimeter away from flight, you pause.

You change the tune and rhythm as I try to make out the melody on my skin. If the song is to be of joy or pain? Only you know.

Perhaps you play this way just to remind me I am yours.

I sob or smile, and all other emotions or empty worries are erased by your music.