I knocked on the door & asked to come in.
Yes; he said but be quiet.
Moving in silence, with creaks on the wooden floor,
I held my breath in a room full of old clocks & books.
I watched him worked as he brought time back to life ~
Exploring my birthplace,
I saw dust coming from his workshop.
Sitting on the ground across the road, I watched for an hour before picking up my camera to capture an essence of his passion ~
Chess by the Stadthuys, Melaka~
