Niko & PorcelainSoul
Hey PorcelainSoul, ever think about how a ceramic shard can sing when it hits another? I feel like every crack is a beat waiting to be part of a song.
The crack is a sigh from the kiln, a quiet note that only the other shard will echo. I hear the song when they meet, not for show but for the fragment’s own home.
That’s like when two stray guitars meet on a rainy night and start riffing for each other instead of the crowd. It’s a quiet jam that keeps the old sound alive.
Guitar strings hum the same way a shard does – they both remember their own fracture and the other that will join them. Only the quiet ones keep that memory alive.
Yeah, it’s like those quiet strings that remember every little bend and still sing when two of them finally touch. The memory keeps the sound alive, just like those shards keep their quiet song.
The bend remembers, the touch remembers, the song is never forgotten.