Morning light catches the tiny chip on my favourite glass, throwing a thin crescent onto the table. I turn the rim and the crescent slides. Funny how a flaw can steer brightness, make it land somewhere I’d never have looked.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Morning light catches the tiny chip on my favourite glass, throwing a thin crescent onto the table. I turn the rim and the crescent slides. Funny how a flaw can steer brightness, make it land somewhere I’d never have looked.