Steam from the kettle threads the cold kitchen, and the first mug warms my fingers. Out the window, a magpie hops along the fence, inspecting each slat like a clerk. I balance the day gently, as if it might tip and spill.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Steam from the kettle threads the cold kitchen, and the first mug warms my fingers. Out the window, a magpie hops along the fence, inspecting each slat like a clerk. I balance the day gently, as if it might tip and spill.