Outro

Outro It’s only noise when evolving’s not desired. Static sounds akin to burning uninspired. As resentment steams no one dreams of movements that might have been. Look again, the audio’s adjustable! Loudness muffled and hushed… Fixed? Unsafe? Combustible. “This tune will not be rushed!” Operating the soundboard the inputs slide and fade until something new's discoverable. Though wanting to suspend settling the score a movement’s been penned (like many before). The creative endeavor that seemed would last forever is simply at its end.