We met where silence learns to speak,  
On a street where midnight kept its breath.  
Two footprints folded into one brief,  
A crease of fate, or mere theft of depth.  
No heralds sang, no heavens signed the page,  
Just the small conspiracy of two colliding days.

A coin flipped once between our palms,  
Sparked a hush that sounded like a psalm.

Threads  invisible, unwound, and taut,  
Crossing like rivers we never thought we sought.  
If meaning is absent, still we weave,  
Holding the moments we take and believe.  
In the web of chance, we are found,  
Bound by the hush, the touch, the sound.

A train arrived late; a coffee cooled too fast,  
Small seconds opening like doors.  
We stood in the doorway of the past,  
Where strangers linger, and the moment pours.  
Your laugh became a map I could not read,  
Yet followed still  a geography of need.

Every accident is a faint command,  
A language written by an unseen hand.

Threads  spun from whispers, thin and wise,  
Trailing like comets across indifferent skies.  
If there is no pattern, then let it be,  
A tapestry born of maybes and could-be.  
We learn to cherish what slips and binds,  
The fragile knots where our living finds.

Is there design in this small betrayal
This brush of shoulder, this brushed-off hail?  
Could we rend the loom, outrun the weave,  
Or must we learn the art of what we receive?  

Even if the cosmos turns away,  
We stitch our reasons into day.

Threads  we feel them pull, then hold,  
Threads  in copper light and winter cold.  
Meaning or madness, we name it love,  
Claim the accident as gift from above.  
And when the world forgets its lines,  
We are the proof the random designs.

If every meeting were a trick of light,  
If chance alone drew all we know,  
Still I would stand beneath that night,  
And trace the thread that led me to you so.  
Threads  the small, relentless art  
That sews a world from scattered
 hearts.

🎸 “Threads” 🎸  
Ava Hart’s warm, soulful voice moves through the quiet of the night  
graceful, intimate, and charged with quiet fire.  
Led by a deep melodic bassline that grooves like a heartbeat,  
“Threads” flows between emotion and destiny, binding moments into melody.  
A modern reflection on how every soul we meet leaves a rhythm behind.  


Threads


We built our fences, brick by beat,  
talked too loud on borrowed streets.  
Your song still breathes through midnight thin,  
a ghost of what we’ve never been.  

We drew our lines on shifting ground,  
truths collide without a sound.  
Two hearts retreat, too worn to fight,  
lost in echoes, out of sight.  

You said “mine,” I whispered “ours,”  
throwing glass and faded flowers.  
We spoke in sparks that couldn’t stay,  
love too proud to drift away.  

These quiet divides still hum and breathe,  
every crack’s where we used to be.  
You’re not my foe, just close and clear,  
the louder the hate, the sharper the fear.  

You call me noise, I call you pride,  
both too scared to step aside.  
Dreams divide where truths align,  
shaking where your pulse meets mine.  

Your shadow moves inside my light,  
we share the dark, still claim our right.  
A war of mirrors, face to face,  
each reflection begs for grace.  

You steal my rhythm, I take your rhyme,  
still caught inside borrowed time.  
Pain ricochets through every wire,  
still warm from the same old fire.  

Maybe the border’s not steel or stone,  
maybe it’s fear we call our own.  
If I call your name, will you call mine,  
or build your peace one brick at a time?  

These quiet divides begin to fade,  
no kings to serve, no debts to trade.  
Let the noise become our song,  
two wrong hearts still beating strong.  

We’re neighbors in a world so small,  
no gods, no crowns  just walls that fall.

🎶 “Quiet Divide” 🎶  
Ava Hart drifts between tension and tenderness  her falsetto gliding through R&B warmth and pop clarity.  
Each phrase breathes like confession, where rhythm meets reflection and melody melts the walls between us.  
Wordless yet deeply human, it’s emotion sung in tone, not speech.  


Divides

Morning hums in amber tone,  
Steam curls soft, a world my own.  
Glass reflections breathe and sway,  
Tracing calm in shades of gray.  

Coffee drifts, the hours slide,  
Tender ghosts in routine hide.  
Every hush becomes a chord,  
Whispered peace I can’t afford.  

No grand reveal, no perfect sign,  
Just fleeting sparks that cross the line.  

Little joy, you move unseen,  
In the blur that hums between.  
Little joy, you touch the air,  
Everywhere and unaware.  

Sidewalk poems beneath my feet,  
Lost confessions, bittersweet.  
Echoes fold in painted streams,  
Tender truth beneath the seams.  

No golden flash, no loud acclaim,  
Just the pulse that knows my name.  

Little joy, you bloom in hush,  
In the drift of the morning rush.  
Little joy, you softly stay,  
Fading slow, then slip away.  

Maybe love’s a quieter thread,  
Not what’s said, but what’s unsaid.  
Maybe peace is just the tone,  
Of finding stillness on my own.  

Little joy, you hum so low,  
In the breath I used to know.  
Little joy, you come, you go,  
Still my heart repeats your glow.  

Morning hums, the silver bends,  
Ordinary never ends.  
Nothing grand, and yet it’s true,  
Little joy, I move with you.


✨ “Little Joy” ✨  
A tender reflection on the quiet miracles that fill ordinary days  
where every small moment breathes warmth, and simplicity becomes gold.  
A soulful ode to the beauty of just being.  


Little Joy

Morning spills through silver blinds,  
Trains hum low, the city sighs.  
Chasing echoes of the day that fades,  
Dreams drift soft in the urban haze.  

We move like shadows out of time,  
Hearts align then slip the line.  

We drift with the tide motion,  
Love’s the calm inside emotion.  
Even when the storms start to play,  
We rise, we fall, we stay.  

Footsteps blur on mirrored streets,  
Every stranger hums our beat.  
Lost and found in the neon rain,  
Peace and chaos feel the same.  

We move like shadows out of time,  
Hearts align then cross the line.  

We drift with the tide motion,  
Love’s the calm inside emotion.  
Even when the storms start to play,  
We rise, we fall, we stay.  

Maybe life’s just breathing slow,  
Riding waves we’ll never know.  
And when the silence starts to speak,  
We find the shore we seek.  

We drift with the tide motion,  
Our hearts dissolve in slow emotion.  
Even when the dark gives way,  
We rise, we fall, we stay.

🌊 “Tide Motion” 🌊  
A reflection on emotional undercurrents and quiet resilience, “Tide Motion” drifts between longing and release. It captures the rhythm of change, the pull of memory, and the grace of moving forward — like tides that never truly end.  

Tide Motion

City lights keep tracing me,  
Midnight hums in vacancy.  
Dreams keep moving, chasing me,  
Every loss replacing me.  

Caught between the calm and speed,  
Breathing slow in urgency.  
Every face a memory,  
Every word reshaping me.  

Don’t stop the move in me,  
Heartbeat grooves in me.  
Lose and find the me,  
Still I’m alive in me.  

Rain keeps time so patiently,  
Footsteps fall in symmetry.  
Love’s a spark in secrecy,  
Burns but still keeps saving me.  

Past reflections glare at me,  
Blurred but clear in honesty.  
Every scar’s a melody,  
Every sound remaking me.  

Keep it real with me,  
Let it roll through me.  
Every rise, every fall, that’s me  
MØVA, breathe in me.  

No still frame defining me,  
Just the sound aligning me.  
Light and dark refining me,  
Till the world stops timing me.  

Fade the noise, rewind the sea,  
All that’s gone still lives in me.  
Waves collapse then set me free,  
Nothing left but energy.  
And I keep moving endlessly.

💫 “MØVA” 💫  
A pulse that keeps moving, identity in motion and rhythm reborn.  
Each line flows between R&B warmth and raw HipHop rhythm,  
where reflection turns to groove and voice becomes movement.  
Bold, fluid, untamed.  


MØVA

In the hush of the city glow,  
Every light feels soft and slow.  
Breathing in what I can’t let go,  
Every sound becomes my soul.  

It’s a pulse beneath the rain,  
Running wild through every vein.  
Every moment calls my name,  
I’m awake inside the flame.  

Heartline, can you feel me now?  
Running deep, don’t slow me down.  
Every beat’s a way somehow 
To find the love that pulls me out.  

Dreams collide in silver haze,  
Voices move in quiet waves.  
Every loss and leap I take,  
Turns the dark to what I crave.  

It’s a rhythm in the blue,  
Every scar becomes the view.  
All the pieces shining through,  
Every truth I feel is you.  

Heartline, can you feel me now?  
Running deep, don’t slow me down.  
Every beat’s a way somehow 
To find the love that pulls me out.  

Even when I fade away,  
The sound of you will stay.  
Light me up, then drift to grey,  
Still my heart will play.  

Heartline, through the night and sound,  
Every echo brings me round.  
Hold me close, don’t let me drown 
I am the rhythm now.

✨ “Heartline” ✨  
A song about the invisible thread that keeps us connected — even when distance and silence grow.  
It speaks of quiet strength, love that lingers, and the rhythm of hearts finding each other again.  


Heartline

I’ve been running through the endless night,
Chasing shadows just to feel the light.
Lost in the sound, can’t hear the fight,
I’m running, running, out of sight.

I’ve been running, I’ve been chasing,
Running, chasing, never waiting.
Through the quiet, through the haze,
I’ve been running, lost in the maze.

I don’t need no reason, I’m just moving,
Can’t stop the rhythm, I keep proving.
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m just moving,
I’m alive, I’m alive, and I’m grooving.

I’ve been racing, racing with my mind,
Chasing moments I can never find.
Footsteps echo, but I’m far behind,
I’m chasing, chasing, all intertwined.

I’ve been running, I’ve been chasing,
Running, chasing, never waiting.
Through the quiet, through the haze,
I’ve been running, lost in the maze.

I don’t need no reason, I’m just moving,
Can’t stop the rhythm, I keep proving.
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m just moving,
I’m alive, I’m alive, and I’m grooving.

🎧 Maze (I’m Alive) 🎧
Lost but moving.
Searching for light in the maze, where rhythm becomes survival.
Even when the night feels endless, the heartbeat never stops.
This is Maze (I’m Alive).


Maze

We’re not alone, just breathing in the glow,  
Love in motion, something we don’t have to show.  
No need to name it, we already know,  
Two souls moving, quiet and slow.  

We’re not alone, we’re not alone,  
Heart to heart, it’s all we’ve known.  
We’re not alone, we’re not alone,  
In the silence, love has grown.  

No reason to run, no reason to hide,  
Just the rhythm, beating inside.  
No need to talk, no need to try,  
We’re alive, alive, you and I.  

Every breath, it’s a little divine,  
No map needed, you’re already mine.  
Not a promise, not a sign,  
Just a spark in the endless line.  

We’re not alone, we’re not alone,  
Heart to heart, it’s all we’ve known.  
We’re not alone, we’re not alone,  
In the silence, love has grown.  

No reason to run, no reason to hide,  
Just the rhythm, beating inside.  
No need to talk, no need to try,  
We’re alive, alive, you and I.

🔥 “Untold [feat. Dre NoxStar]” 🔥
A striking fusion of soulful vocals and bold rap, where emotional depth meets rhythm. Ava Hart’s intimate voice brings raw vulnerability, while Dre NoxStar’s sharp, rhythmic flow adds a powerful edge. Together, they create a track that speaks to the untold stories we all carry, blending introspective lyricism with unforgettable energy. The perfect mix of smooth soul and punchy rap, capturing both heart and grit.


Untold [feat. Dre NoxStar]

I’m walking through the fog of endless thought,  
Each step, a search for what I’ve sought.  
Lost in dreams, but they feel so right,  
Chasing echoes, reaching for the light.  

I question what’s real, what’s made of fate,  
What’s the truth? What’s the weight?  
I think, I feel, I try to see,  
But all I know is what’s inside of me.

I think, I feel, I try to see,  
But all I know is what’s inside of me.  
I think, I feel, I try to see,  
But all I know is what’s inside of me.

In the silence, I hear the call,  
The echo of thoughts that never fall.  
Cogito ergo sum  a spark, a dream,  
But is this thought a truth, or just a gleam?  
I stand in the space between the real and the seen,  
Looking out at a world, yet in my mind I’ve been.  

What’s true? What’s thought?  
I am not defined by what’s bought,  
But by the depths of my mind, where I exist,  
Where the self is born, and reality twists.

I’m walking through the fog of endless thought,  
Each step, a search for what I’ve sought.  
Lost in dreams, but they feel so right,  
Chasing echoes, reaching for the light.  

I question what’s real, what’s made of fate,  
What’s the truth? What’s the weight?  
I think, I feel, I try to see,  
But all I know is what’s inside of me.

I think, I feel, I try to see,  
But all I know is what’s inside of me.  
I think, I feel, I try to see,  
But all I know is what’s inside of me.

I am the thought, the breath, the sound,  
The space between where I’m unbound.  
I think, I feel, I am the key,  
I exist, I am, and I will be.

🎶 “Ergo”［feat. Dre NoxStar］🎶  
Diving deep into the essence of being

where thought and existence intertwine in rhythm.  
The repeating verse moves with hypnotic precision,  
echoing the complexity of self and awareness.  
Soulful vocals pulse through electronic waves,  
charged with introspective energy.

With a smooth, evocative delivery,  
the track explores the nature of identity,  
rooted in the philosophical origin of self-awareness.  
Within the stream of reflection, we remember
the mind shapes the world, and the world shapes the mind.


Ergo [feat. Dre NoxStar]

I’ve outgrown the place I used to be,  
My future’s a fire that lights the way for me.  
The road is clear, the past’s behind,  
I’m chasing tomorrow, leaving doubt behind.  

I’ve outgrown the place I used to be,  
My future’s a fire that lights the way for me.  
The road is clear, the past’s behind,  
I’m chasing tomorrow, where the doubt can’t find me.

I’m chasing tomorrow, where the doubt can’t find me,  
I’m alive, alive, and I’m moving so free.  
No looking back, only forward to be,  
My future’s a fire, it’s lighting me.  

I’ve been running through the night to breathe,  
Every step a change, it’s all I need.  
Lost in the sound, in the rhythm I feel,  
Chasing the dawn, what’s real, what’s real?

I’ve outgrown the place I used to be,  
My future’s a fire that lights the way for me.  
The road is clear, the past’s behind,  
I’m chasing tomorrow, where the doubt can’t find me.

I’m chasing tomorrow, where the doubt can’t find me,  
I’m alive, alive, and I’m moving so free.  
No looking back, only forward to be,  
My future’s a fire, it’s lighting me.

No more shadows behind my eyes,  
Only the stars lighting up the skies.  
The past is gone, and I’m alive,  
I’m chasing tomorrow, where dreams arrive.

I’m chasing tomorrow, where the doubt can’t find me,  
Chasing the light that’s setting me free.  
No more holding back, no more hiding,  
The fire is burning, it’s time for flying.

🌑 "Eclipsed" 🌕

A soulful journey from shadows to light, where doubt dissolves and clarity emerges. Ava Hart’s voice leads us through the dance of transformation, with a rhythmic pulse that echoes strength and renewal. "Eclipsed" is a celebration of overcoming and embracing the freedom found in change.


Eclipsed

Ava Hart creates soulful, modern music where emotion meets digital grace.  
Her sound feels intimate and timeless, blending warmth with quiet reflection.  
Each song opens a world that feels both human and beautifully unreal.

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