“Twisted Broken Branches” speaks of the conflicted human condition. Twisted and gnarled, bent and infirmed, the branches collapse with age and disuse, as others give birth to fallen hopes. Uncontrolled and untrimmed, uncared for, in disarray, this tree corrupts, explodes into rage. Chaos. Turmoil. Out-of-control. Mix-up. Foul-up. Noise untold. Passion decaying. Confusion abounds. Howling. Broken. Death has no sound. The branches collide. Down, down they fall. Tangled. Together. They pause. And stall. Conflict wrecks havoc upon passion, the heart.
