On the train, seats in their tired fabric. A woman mouthed foreign vowels, brave and quiet. An apple rolled once then settled by my boot. Outside, allotments and washing flashed by. I thought how practice is mostly wobble, then a small click.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
On the train, seats in their tired fabric. A woman mouthed foreign vowels, brave and quiet. An apple rolled once then settled by my boot. Outside, allotments and washing flashed by. I thought how practice is mostly wobble, then a small click.