The Presence of Resonance

My partner and I lived with his mom the last three months of her life ensuring that she could die at home. The old player piano that Kelly’s dad had made into the honky-tonk cornerstone of the living room was a testament to the lives that had been fully lived in this place.

One day while clearing out the house, the piano stopped me in my tracks. Witnessing its details through photos, a poem quickly followed. In this film, I put the images and poetry together for you…