On the stairwell, a ribbon of light found the drifting dust, patient as snowfall. Someone had wedged the door with a shoe; a leaflet breathed on the noticeboard. I stood a moment, counting floors by the coolness on my handrail.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
On the stairwell, a ribbon of light found the drifting dust, patient as snowfall. Someone had wedged the door with a shoe; a leaflet breathed on the noticeboard. I stood a moment, counting floors by the coolness on my handrail.