Through the party wall, someone practises scales: hesitant ladders, a shy F sharp. I stand in the hallway and match their climb with my breath. When they stop, the quiet has edges, as if the house is listening back.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Through the party wall, someone practises scales: hesitant ladders, a shy F sharp. I stand in the hallway and match their climb with my breath. When they stop, the quiet has edges, as if the house is listening back.