Every song has a story:
This song speaks of a weary and bound Iran, an Iran through which our very souls’ eyes are lit.
I asked myself: What does it mean to love a homeland wounded by betrayal and cruelty, chained by rootless outsiders, and yet still radiant with love and light?
Iran, So Weary is a reflection on sorrow and endurance, and on the endless love for a homeland we will not allow to die or be forgotten in silence. I tried to avoid a purely epic tone so that the song could stay closer to the mix of grief and pride that belongs to today’s Iranian youth.

I wrote the lyrics, while the demo melody and vocals were created with AI tools under my authorship, a blend of human creativity and technology.
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Iran, So Weary

Every song has a story:
This one was born in the silence after all had ended: an empty stage, a night heavy with rain and fog, and then unanswered questions: what will you do with the one at the window, with the one who has forgotten warmth and tenderness, with the one who still loves you?
It is a reflection on presence and absence, on the fragile weight of choice, and on the voices that linger when the night grows silent.

I wrote this poem many years ago, in the turbulence of youth, when love and heartbreak left me with the sorrow of being unseen. That grief carried me into the cold, dark world of solitude. Unlike many of my lyrics, which are loosely inspired by my poems, this one is almost identical to the original poem I published in my collection, requiring only minor changes to become a song.
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Alone at the End

This song was born out of anger at how the language of science is stolen and sold as illusion.
Next Time You Feel Like the Crown of Creation speaks against false prophets of “energy,” “frequency,” and “quantum” cures, who promise the cosmos as if it were a marketplace. It reminds us that silence and galaxies are vaster than human claims and that shame belongs not to nature but to our own arrogance.

I wrote the lyrics, while the demo melody and vocals were created with AI tools under my authorship—a fusion of human creativity and technology. This track is released now as an audio single.

The Crown of Creation

This little song was born from two poetic lines I first saw on my poet friend’s Telegram channel (https://t.me/withouti):
“Full of your dream are Leyli’s nights,
Your imaginary lover.”
I loved them so much that I added a few more lines of my own, and with my friend’s kind permission, they grew into this short poem-song. 
Like my other works, the demo melody and angelic vocals were created with AI tools under my authorship—a fusion of human creativity, friendship, and technology.


Leyli's Night

“Open Eyes, Closed” is built directly on a short poem from my published Persian collection—used exactly as it was written. The English version you hear is the poem itself, carried into music without adaptation.
The track drifts between experimental, ambient, and folk-world textures, but there’s also a faint lullaby quality in its quiet rhythm: wolves sleep with their teeth, doves with their feathers, and a heart hidden beneath a pillow stays awake.
A piece made for that thin line between night and wakefulness.

Open Eyes, Closed

A three-track concept EP about the places we run to, the monsters we invent, and the words we break to survive.
Three reflections written across different moments, yet bound by the same quiet wound: the human need for shelter, meaning, and illusion, and the way those illusions finally collapse.

Still, I breathe, facing the cold truth of a world with no safe rooms.
Evil’s Painfully Plain strips the myth of darkness down to its ordinary, fragile core.
When Words Begin to Bleed signifies a moment when language itself can no longer protect us.

All three tracks were written, conceptualized, and produced through the Milan AI Project, using AI tools for melody and demo vocals under my authorship.

A trilogy about breath. About illusion. About the breaking of words.

Still, I Breathe

Milan AI Project