At the launderette, glass fogged in soft circles. A lone button ticked inside a drum, small metronome of other lives. Beside me, a man folded shirts with courtroom care. I thought of all the warmth we borrow, then carry back through weather.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At the launderette, glass fogged in soft circles. A lone button ticked inside a drum, small metronome of other lives. Beside me, a man folded shirts with courtroom care. I thought of all the warmth we borrow, then carry back through weather.