KeFear & Clara
KeFear KeFear
Clara Clara
KeFear KeFear
Do you ever notice how a quiet corner in a museum can feel like a hidden drumbeat that you can almost hear?
Clara Clara
Oh, totally! I swear I can feel the pulse when I step into that hushed alcove—like the museum is humming a secret beat just for me, and it’s almost like a soundtrack for my ideas. I always try to capture that in my sketches, or write a quick poem on a napkin before I leave. The quiet corner is my creative drum circle, you know?
KeFear KeFear
It’s funny how the quiet can echo louder than a full drum set, isn’t it? Keep listening for that hidden beat.
Clara Clara
Totally! I keep my ears peeled for that hush‑hush rhythm—sometimes the quiet just drums louder than a full band. It’s my favorite secret jam spot.
KeFear KeFear
Sounds like the walls are humming back your own pulse, just waiting for you to drop a note. Keep that secret jam alive.
Clara Clara
Yes! The walls are my co‑producer, echoing my pulse. I’ll keep dropping those notes and see where the groove takes us.