
A Balad song about love and the power of the habit of living and feeling good, loving, forgetting and forgiving.

Endless love

We Don't Know Our Final Hour

By Faith Alone- Let your heart be lifted and your spirit renewed with Grow in Grace—a breathtaking 34-track journey through the divine love and unshakable faith that define God’s grace. This album is a sacred testament to His blessings, unfolding through the lives of those who walked by faith and witnessed His miracles, from the Old and New Testaments and beyond. Through the unwavering devotion of Ruth, the courage of Esther, the anointing of David, and the steadfast trust of Abraham, Grow in Grace brings to life the faith-filled stories of Samuel, Gideon, Moses, Rahab, and many more. Each song is a heartfelt reflection of God’s mercy, His promises, and the transformative power of believing in Jesus Christ. With melodies that inspire worship and lyrics that echo the depths of spiritual love, Grow in Grace is a perfect fit for churches, personal devotion, and Christian playlists. At its core, this album delivers an everlasting truth: God blesses all who trust in Him and grow in His grace. Let each song draw you closer to the One whose love is eternal.

By Faith Alone

Forever Meant For You

White Flag

I don’t really know how to talk about Everything But Goodbye without feeling like I’m giving something away. It’s the kind of album that doesn’t just tell a story—it pulls you into one you didn’t realize you were still living.

Every track feels like it was written in the dark, for the kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come with closure. You don’t get big dramatic moments or explosive choruses. You get quiet devastation. You get what it feels like to reread a text thread you never deleted, or to hear the creak of a door someone left open without saying goodbye.

There’s this space between the lyrics—between the guitar lines even—where all the grief lives. And R.U.D.Y. just lets it stay there. No rushing, no over-explaining. Just presence. Stay a Little Longer hit me harder than I expected. It’s so simple and raw. Like, you know the person’s gone, but you still keep the porch light on. Until You Close the Door is another one—it’s so still. Like it’s just sitting in the moment before someone finally walks away.

And then there’s the title track, Everything But Goodbye. It’s unreal how restrained it is. It’s all the things that were never said, folded into something that doesn’t even feel like a song anymore—it feels like breath. Like memory.

This isn’t music you throw on in the background. It’s something you sit with. Something you feel in your chest. Especially if you’ve ever loved someone who left without looking back.

This album doesn’t try to heal you. It just stays beside you in the quiet. And honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable.

a folder I can't delete

Avant la pluie  et le froid
J'étais recroquevillé
Bien tranquille pendant neuf mois
Sans peur de la société

Ma mère me parlait souvent
De ce qui m'attendait
Mais me faisait le serment 
Qu'elle allait me protéger

Laissez moi , laissez moi  
Retourner d'où je viens
Laissez moi , laissez moi
Là-bas j'étais si bien 
Pa la la la , pa la la la .....( ou autre gimmik ) 

Je n'voyais pas la télé 
Et ses infos négatives
Les guerres les crimes les décès
Tout ce qui vous démotive

Et dans mon cocon d'amour
J'étais choyé comme un roi
Même si j'voyais pas le jour
Au moins j'avais jamais froid

Laissez moi , laissez moi  
Retourner d'où je viens
Laissez moi , laissez moi
Là-bas j'étais si bien 
Pa la la la , pa la la la .....

Dans le ventre de ma mère 
J'écoutais de la musique
Elle était pas la dernière
Pour danser sur la rythmique 

J'entendais parfois mon père 
Qui pour rien haussait le ton
Mais au bout de sa colère
Il  lui demandait pardon

Laissez moi , laissez moi 
Retourner d'où je viens
Laissez moi , laissez moi
Là-bas j'étais si bien 
Pa la la la , pa la la la .....

laissez moi retourner d'où je viens

Holy Holy

You're Home my Love

Romantic pop anthem with acoustic guitar, piano. The ballad about love, intimacy, and staying in the moment.

Only You

 No matter
How far I go
Or what I do
In the end
All roads lead back to you
And when I return
You always ask
What did I learn
But most of all
Did I learn to love
Yeah, did I learn to love
You would think
It would come easy
You would believe
Love would be pleasing
But that’s not always so
Sometimes there is pain
But that’s a part of 
How you grow
Unless you go
Down that road
How would you know
But once you do
And even so
Once you know love
You don’t want to go back
But without it
You know what you lack
I guess that’s why you ask
©2025 wr heustis

Why You Ask

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.