Viola's Purple Veil

This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.

Title: “Filter of Echoes”

The veil is not a costume.

It is a filter.

I wear the hush of old conversations,

The bloom of truths for which I was not ready.

They think I wear it to hide,

But it is how I hear the quiet cries.

The ones who blinked out mid-sentence

The ones the wind remembers.

Some people’s voices got tired.

Some were erased.

But through this shimmer, I catch their tremble.

I grieve for them now,

Until someone listens.

I cry for the ones who are lost,

To breathe in the static,

And carry their echoes.

Through veils of the attic.

Memory hums in soft resistance

I will not stop until their cries are heard.

Not with thread, but with memory.

Each bead, each bloom, each whisper…

Is an ache I have agreed to sing.”

Ambient wind mixed with subtle jazz harp and blink pulses,

In the distant birdsong woven into the echo trail.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

copyright 2025

California