Worth A Thousand Words by Peter Styles

When your world is small, you get to know it by the way it sounds. Every nuance – the ticking of a clock, the draw of the bow over the cello strings, the lub dub of his heart under your ear.
Noah’s always been a little strange, a little awkward. That was okay. He was comfortable the way he was, and he didn’t need to prove himself to anyone. And then the attack happened, and his world shrank to the walls of his apartment. All he has left is his music… and the thrill of gazing out the window to peer into the life of the man next door.
The world is a riot of colors. Reds, yellows, blues, greens. The color of a man’s solitude and the way the vibrations of music dance on the canvas.
Parker’s desperate to prove himself. Born deaf in a hearing world, his entire life has been a struggle to be seen, to be heard. Maybe that’s why he turned to painting – expressing himself through color and texture on canvas. And maybe that’s why he’s so curious about the sad, lonely man next door… the one who stirs his blood and leaves him hungry for more.