This morning the wind lifts the curtain and lays it down again, practising entrances. On the sill, a line of dust records where things once were. I drink coffee and try to leave a lighter footprint than yesterday.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
This morning the wind lifts the curtain and lays it down again, practising entrances. On the sill, a line of dust records where things once were. I drink coffee and try to leave a lighter footprint than yesterday.