She moves like morning wrapped in shine  
A quiet force that makes the whole world mine  
Her laughter straightens every broken line  
She threads through dark until the edges shine  
Each small repair becomes a secret sign  
She gathers broken things and makes them fine  
Where doubt once slept, she draws a truer line  
And in that seam I learn again to shine  

She breathes and air becomes a softer air  
She stays and silence turns into a dare  

Her light, I follow where it leads me now  
Her light, it answers when my courage runs out  
Through crowded nights and when my voice is low  
She lifts the tide and teaches me to flow  

She speaks in colors that the city keeps  
A low hum running through the sleepless streets  
Her steady presence is the pulse beneath  
A quiet oath that grounds me as I breathe  
When storms arrive she is the calm that keeps  
A steady hold while everything else sleeps  
She fills the gaps that fear once tried to keep  
And shows the ground that will not let me slip  

She moves and every shadow learns to care  
She stays and even echoes start to share  

Her light, I follow where it leads me now  
Her light, it answers when my courage runs out  
Through crowded nights and when my voice is low  
She lifts the tide and teaches me to flow  

If fame should blind and names begin to stray  
I’ll count the quiet things she gives away  
No throne required, no medals in her name  
Just steady work that guards a single flame  

Her light, I follow where it leads me now  
Her light, it answers when my courage runs out  
Through crowded nights and when my voice is low  
She lifts the tide and teaches me to flow  
Her light remains, a map I always know  
Her light remains, and I carry it home  

Carry it home, carry it home, carry it home

✨ “Her Light” ✨  
An uplifting anthem that radiates warmth and resilience 
where shimmering beats and soulful vocals celebrate the glow of inner strength.  
Bright, modern, and full of motion, it shines with hope and rhythm.  


Her Light

You move like a spark in the quiet rain,  
A fleeting glow I can’t contain.  
Names fade slow in the silver haze,  
But I still feel the warmth you gave.  

Every soul’s a borrowed flame,  
Flickers once, then whispers a name.  

In the echo of hearts colliding,  
We burn where the night’s still hiding.  
Every ember knows its time,  
Yet I keep yours next to mine.  

City hums in a velvet trance,  
Your shadow caught in every glance.  
Even stars forget their shine,  
But you still glow inside my mind.  

Maybe we’re ghosts in the afterglow,  
Learning to love what we’ll never know.  
Still, I breathe the spark you left behind,  
'Cause somewhere, you’re still intertwined.  

FIn the echo of hearts colliding,  
We burn where the night’s still hiding.  
Every ember knows its time,  
Yet I keep yours next to mine.

✨ “Ember9” ✨  
A reflection on fleeting connections —  
where every memory glows like an ember, fading yet alive.  
Tender, resilient, and hauntingly human, it honors the quiet warmth we leave in each other.  


ember 9

I left my shadow where the silence sways,  
traded my yesterdays for endless haze.  
The road ahead was carved in fire,  
each step erased a quiet desire.

Bridges whisper, ghosts confined,  
their echoes hum beneath my mind.  
I walk through smoke, through lucid sleep,  
to chase the vows the silence keeps.

Ashes forward, let them climb,  
the wind rewrites the threads of time.  
If I return, I’ll fade undone,  
some paths dissolve before they’re run.

So let it burn, let dark divide,  
I’m just the trace that time denied.  
The fire ahead, the weight behind,  
and all I lost became refined.

Now I stand where echoes bloom,  
in quiet light that softens gloom.  
For every loss a breath remains,  
a pulse beneath the ghost of rain.

If peace should fall, I’ll let it stay,  
like feathers caught in yesterday.  
And in that hush, I start anew
the smoke, the light, the shade, the true.

🥁 “Hazeveil” 🥁  
A haunting reflection wrapped in smoke and memory 
where echoes drift between loss and light,  
and every step dissolves into quiet redemption.  


Hazeveil

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

A voice drifting between dream and light,  
where sound and silence carve emotion’s shape.  
Each note breathes between memory and motion,  
alive where soul and circuit intertwine.  
Not created, but imagined,  
a phantom of pure emotion,  
reaching quietly toward the hearts that listen.

Tide Motion

Ava Hart

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