


Bright and slightly chaotic — the kind of song that sounds like something being fixed in real time. Brass arriving a beat too early, woodwinds resolving exactly when you'd given up. It moves fast and means well.
She lands where nothing's meant to work Where forms are filed and bridges lurk At forty-five degrees incline And everyone insists it's fine Lili flies on Fixing what they swear isn't wrong She finds the note in the not-urgent drawer And fixes things you didn't know were broken before The sky is never the same shade twice The yellow note has never once sufficed But somewhere in the frame if you look close She's already fixed what matters most