Make the picture. Cut it to the beat.

Rain on the glass. A city that will not sleep.

One station, the last highway, a song you almost remember.

The last set. Smoke. A note that does not want to end.

Midnight in the kitchen. One cookie left. A mouse with a plan.

Letters still have to go out, even when the sky is made of Earth.

After dark, the garden keeps its own orchestra.