Music

After a month and a half of curiosities, ear-on-the-wall stalkings, and balcony peeks, my neighbor and I have finally come up with a workable dynamics:

I make a sound, he makes a sound.
I keep quiet, he follows suit.
I bow my violin, he beats his drums.

But one day, despite the wall and the silence and the syncopated rhythms, we'll be playing one song. - 6/16/2013