Rain ticks on the skylight; the house sounds like a kept promise. I slice an apple; the seeds skitter across the plate, small, glossy commas. I hold the final wedge a moment longer, then eat the pause.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Rain ticks on the skylight; the house sounds like a kept promise. I slice an apple; the seeds skitter across the plate, small, glossy commas. I hold the final wedge a moment longer, then eat the pause.