play, and it writes.
badly at first. that's the point.

a ukulele feeds a poet. it calibrates to the room, ignores talking, and listens for the actual chords you strum — major, minor, sus, the works. color is the mood it hears, pulses are your strums, and the draft revises itself in public. F finishes the draft · C recalibrates the room · [ and ] adjust sensitivity. your api key lives in the bottom bar.