I reached for thunder, thinking it was light,
Danced with ghosts in the edge of night.
Built my faith in broken glass,
Kissed the void and watched it pass.

I painted dreams on burning steel,
Swore they'd hold, refused to kneel.
But echoes don’t return the same—
They speak in static, whisper blame.

I touched the pulse, then lost the beat,
Mistook the ash for something sweet.
I climbed through shadows, begged for signs,
But silence answered every line.

I traced your name in coded light,
Felt it fracture out of sight.
I stitched my soul to falling stars,
And bled between electric scars.

I touched the pulse, then lost the beat,
Mistook the ash for something sweet.
I climbed through shadows, begged for signs,
But silence answered every line.

No more sparks, no sacred call,
Just static steps before I fall.
I was the signal. You were the end.
Not a lover—just the bend.

I touched the pulse...
I touched the pulse...
Then lost the beat.

Ghostlight

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There’s something magical about discovering new music — it moves me, inspires me, and makes life feel richer. I think that love comes from years of playing instruments. When you’ve felt the soul behind every note, you hear music differently. It’s not just sound, it’s emotion, creativity, and connection. Every new song feels like a new story waiting to be felt — and I love that.

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