Somebody Anchored a Pontoon in the Sky | Rain & Piano

The motor hasn't turned over since the nineties. Rust through the tubes, a cooler nobody emptied, string lights somebody hung and never took down. Now it hangs over a city that has never once looked up at it. Sit on the good end. The cushions are dry. Rain on the canopy, piano underneath, neon a long way down. Built for studying, reading, and the back half of a shift that won't end. Loops clean. No talking. No mid-roll ads. Visuals and music generated with AI.