Never without you

Io e te per sempre

You and me in the night

"Skin to Skin". It’s low light intimacy: two bodies close with no rush and no performance. Not aggressive lust, but trust. Shared heat, skin against skin, a private space where you let go without words.

Body Signal

“Pure 432 Hz soundscape — no rhythm, no vocals, only soft evolving textures and warm harmonic layers designed to bring calm and inner stillness. Best experienced with headphones.”

Breath and Being 432 Hz

Shivers of the night

Hot things in your hands

Heat of Desire

Beat and Sax

MIDNIGHT HITS

Midnight hits...
Midnight hits...
​(Verse 1: The Trap)

You walk in slow, got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."


Your breath is liquor-sweet, I taste it on my face.
Your fingertips are tremblin’ down my spine.
I ain't blind, I see the twist...
But mmh… boy, you crossin’ every line.

​(Pre-Chorus:)

I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
But I ain’t usually this undone...
Yeah, you make me come undone.
It’s just the perfect way to ruin the night.
Ooooh… yesss...

​(Chorus: )

Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
This velvet fever, takin’ me high.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
Grippin’ at your shoulders while you make me cry.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
This velvet fever, dirty and deep.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
Pullin’ at your hair till you lose control of me.

​(Verse 2: )

Floorboards creakin’ like they know our names.
You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
Your neighbors know our sins, but we ain’t got shame.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
My nails are diggin’ circles down your back.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
Look at me like that and I melt into flame.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​(Bridge: )

"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
The sheets are wild, the room’s gone red.
My lipstick everywhere you’ve been.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison... give me all."
​
Honey on a razorblade... (Cuts right through)
Velvet fever... (Got me beggin' for more)
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.
Mmmh...
Cuts right through.

MIDNIGHT HITS

Skin to skin (Remix)

Words move the mind, music moves the soul.
I make music for people who need to be held still, to breathe, and to feel safe without explaining themselves. Sound for tired bodies and overloaded minds: warm low-end, slow pulse, close voice, a presence that steadies you and keeps you from falling apart. Intimacy under control. This isn’t entertainment. This is a safe room.

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Franky