In the library’s cool, a page releases a small thunder as it’s turned. A pencil note in the margin says: remember pears. I wonder about their pears, their season, their table. Closing the book, I carry the soft insistence of ripeness into midday.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
In the library’s cool, a page releases a small thunder as it’s turned. A pencil note in the margin says: remember pears. I wonder about their pears, their season, their table. Closing the book, I carry the soft insistence of ripeness into midday.