This morning the window latch stuck; I coaxed it free with a butter knife. Cool air crept in, smelling of rain far off. The house changed key. I stood a moment, letting that small shift reorder the shelves inside me.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
This morning the window latch stuck; I coaxed it free with a butter knife. Cool air crept in, smelling of rain far off. The house changed key. I stood a moment, letting that small shift reorder the shelves inside me.