"Radhe Govinda" track preview from "Kirtan Wallah"

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Radhe Govinda (SC Clip)

💫“Don’t Wait for Me” is a mesmerizing journey through sound, poetry, and spirit, blending AI-generated music with words that echo across time. This haunting piece speaks of destiny, love, and the eternal promise of return. The original poem, gently whispered by the Soul, is braided with AI-generated music to sink deeper.

💫The music flows like a cosmic river, carrying listeners into a space of longing, hope and transcendence. It is a song for those who believe in soul connections, timeless love, and the mystical rhythm of life’s cycles.


💫DON’T WAIT FOR ME
(original poem)

Don’t wait for me. 
Know — I’ll return 
when Life commands 
and Fate, 
once more, 
plants seeds of fire 
on your path.

l will return,
I will, I will...

Don’t wait for me,
but keep your fiery heart
wide open,
that songs
and Grace
may always visit.

l will return,
I will, I will...

A
S

AI music, spiritual poetry, mystical song, eternal return, soul connection, destiny and fate, meditation music, mantra of love, ambient soundscape, cosmic devotion, poetic song, timeless journey.

Don't Wait for Me 💫

Dark-blue jazz, stormy soul, slow-burn desire. A smoky night in the rain — Elara’s voice floating like the tide. 🌊✨

Ocean High Deep dives into the stormy sensuality of night jazz — where rain touches skin, desire rises like a tide, and every breath becomes a confession.
Elara’s voice drifts through smoky blues, lo-fi textures, and a warm cinematic palette.
It’s intimate, raw, slow, hypnotic — the kind of song that feels like a whispered secret in the dark.
🌊 Themes:
• sensual jazz tension
• slow-burning closeness
• rain, touch, breath
• desire rising like water
• emotional gravity and pull
🎼 Mood:
moody • intimate • smoky • warm • nocturnal • slow • emotional

🌙 For fans of:
lo-fi jazz • cinematic soul • blues-pop • night-drive vibes
Lyrics included inside the track file.
💿 Produced by: Mariia Merkulova — Merkulova AI Studio
🌐 www.merkulovaai.ru

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Ocean High Deep — Elara Smith

An epic symphony where whirling violins, swirling crescendos, and playful melodic passages paint the story of young winds dancing through a blooming meadow.
This piece blends cinematic intensity with delicate, whimsical textures, capturing the innocence of nature and the boundless spirit of the wind.

Close your eyes and let the music sweep you into a world of movement, color, and joy, as if every flower sways to the rhythm of a passing breeze.

AI-generated soundscape

cinematic soundscape | epic symphony | violins | uplifting | ambient | epic soundscape |  good vibes | immersive | anime | epic vibes 

Young Winds Playing in a Field of Flowers - epic symphonic adventure

Inspired by the original poem Moon Doves, Sun Owls, this piece unfolds like a ritual at the top of a lighthouse—a meeting place between night and day, grief and blessing, human sorrow and star-born light.

White doves summoned by moonlight, owls guided by the sun, arrive bearing the tears of the world and fragments of celestial spells. Through chant and breath, they join the speaker in weaving light into sorrow until knots dissolve in brightness.

This AI-generated track is a blend of mythic atmosphere, fantasy narration and airy soundscapes

It is a meditation, a healing, and a small myth — an invitation to enter the highest chamber of the inner lighthouse and meet the winged messengers of your own soul.

Moon Doves, Sun Owls
(original poem)

In the highest chamber
of my lighthouse
I wait for them
with open windows.

Moonlight
summons the white doves
from the windy heights,
sunlight guides the owls 
out of their hidden places.

They cross
the windowsill
and gather on the altar
I laid for them
with fruit and seed.

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
coming from far, far, far (far, far, far)
from the above and the below.

They arrive burdened 
with tears and sorrows 
picked like grains
from the human world,
yet carry star-born spells
between their feathers...
Humming sacred chants,
we weave light into the grief,
until all knots dissolve 
in brightness.

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm....
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm....

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
coming from far, far, far (far, far, far)
from the above and the below.
[ethereal flutter, shimmering wings]

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
roaming the world,
the above and the below,
to mend the broken,
reunite the shattered,
light a spark 
in forsaken places.

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
fly far, far, far (far, far, far)
to the above and the below.

Fly far, far, far (far, far, far)

mystical | sacred | ethereal | cinematic soundscapes | emotional | storytelling | original poem |  spiritual poetry | spoken word | mystical music | divine feminine | ethereal vocals |  fantasy

Moon Doves, Sun Owls

An airy, dream-lit soundscape unfolds around a youthful, ethereal female voice — soft as breath, clear as moonlight. Moon Doves, Sun Owls drifts between worlds: a mythical incantation carried by shimmering flutes, whispering winds, and feather-light textures.

The original poem set to AI-generate music unfolds like a quiet ritual:
a voice calling from the highest chamber of a lighthouse,
doves descending sommoned by moonlight,
owls rising from hidden places,
and the grief of the world woven gently back into light.

This piece is for listeners who seek the mystical, the tender, the otherworldly — a sonic threshold where the inner wings we had forgotten begin to stir again and bring a spark of light to the world.

Moon Doves, Sun Owls
(original poem)

In the highest chamber
of my lighthouse
I wait for them
with open windows.

Moonlight
summons the white doves
from the windy heights,
sunlight guides the owls
out of their hidden places.

They cross
the windowsill
and gather on the altar
I laid for them
with fruit and seed.

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
coming from far, far, far (far, far, far)
from the above and the below.

They arrive burdened
with tears and sorrows
picked like grains
from the human world,
yet carry star-born spells
between their feathers...
Humming sacred chants,
we weave light into the grief,
until all knots dissolve
in brightness.

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm....
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm....

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
coming from far, far, far (far, far, far)
from the above and the below.
[ethereal flutter, shimmering wings]

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
roaming the world,
the above and the below,
to mend the broken,
reunite the shattered,
light a spark
in forsaken places.

My doves, my owls,
winged seedlings of my soul,
fly far, far, far (far, far, far)
to the above and the below.

Fly far, far, far (far, far, far)

mystical | myth | ethereal | cinematic soundscapes | emotional | storytelling | original poem | spiritual poetry | | mystical music | divine feminine | soulful | fantasy | healing | deep listening | meditative | rich soundscapes

Sun Owls, Moon Doves

“The Year of Rainbows” is an original poem brought to life through AI-generated music — a slow, hypnotic soundscape wrapped in a deep, smoky, sensual female voice.

This piece follows a mythic inner journey: the arrival of three archetypal twins (animus), the descent into shadow, the ignition of solar fire and creativity, the opening of cosmic paths, and the final return to wholeness.

The track blends myth and poetry, ambient textures, and ritual undertones, creating an immersive experience that feels both intimate and otherworldly.
A sonic incantation woven from shadow, fire, light, and ascent.


THE YEAR OF RAINBOWS
(original poem)

For so long
I searched the world
to find my twin.

The year of rainbows 
brought him to me.
But not as one -
he came as three.

Fated encounters
on the threshold
between worlds,
felt to the marrow,
shaking me 
from root to crown.
They made me fly,
burn, collapse, expand,
refining every cell in me.

The fire serpent 
awakened in the selva
conjured the Shadow twin.
Haloed in darkness,
danger, mystery.
My serpent brother
led me into the underworld,
to deep-buried, fiery nests,
where mighty Phoenix birds
rise, self-born, from their ashes.

The Solar twin
revealed himself 
in bright daylight,
his own flame ignited
by Shakti’s dance 
of power and creation.
The radiant one
was gifted by a muse
an enchanted lock
and braided it forever 
into my golden hair.

My Cosmic twin
came forth
all dressed in white,
beating the drum,
opening for me
holy paths of ascent.
My winged brother
arrived as Mercury,
to share with me
his pneuma,
so I might awaken 
into insight, 
service, flight -
and the purest heart.

All three left me
wandering, like a ghost,
in fractured dreamlands,
until my fiery tears
burned away every illusion.
They did not vanish,
but claimed 
their rightful thrones
within my inner kingdom.

The year of rainbows
brought me my twins
and took them away,
one by one,
so they are woven back
into the numinous tapestry 
of my being,
and I become whole.

I welcome you back,
my wandering twins:
flesh of my flesh,
flame of my fire,
breath of my Soul.

A
S

#poetry #ambientmusic #femalepoet #mythicpoetry #darkambient #healingjourney #cinematicambient #mysticvibes #hypnoticvoice #innerjourney #soundhealing #anime #storytelling


Year of Rainbows

“The Year of Rainbows” is an original spoken-word journey, carried by a sensual female voice and wrapped in a hypnotic backdrop of whispering violins.

This track moves like a dream through shadow and revelation — the fire of the Shadow twin, the radiance of the Solar twin, the transcendance of the Cosmic twin.
Three twins appear, dissolve, and return again as fragments of the soul weaving their way home - the integration of the Animus.

The violins breathe in long, trembling waves, opening a space where words turn into incantation
and the inner world becomes a landscape of myth.

THE YEAR OF RAINBOWS
(original poem)

For so long
I searched the world
to find my twin.

The year of rainbows
brought him to me.
But not as one -
he came as three.

Fated encounters
on the threshold
between worlds,
felt to the marrow,
shaking me
from root to crown.
They made me fly,
burn, collapse, expand,
refining every cell in me.

The fire serpent
awakened in the selva
conjured the Shadow twin.
Haloed in darkness,
danger, mystery.
My serpent brother
led me into the underworld,
to deep-buried, fiery nests,
where mighty Phoenix birds
rise, self-born, from their ashes.

The Solar twin
revealed himself
in bright daylight,
his own flame ignited
by Shakti’s dance
of power and creation.
The radiant one
was gifted by a muse
an enchanted lock
and braided it forever
into my golden hair.

My Cosmic twin
came forth
all dressed in white,
beating the drum,
opening for me
holy paths of ascent.
My winged brother
arrived as Mercury,
to share with me
his pneuma,
so I might awaken
into insight,
service, flight -
and the purest heart.

All three left me
wandering, like a ghost,
in fractured dreamlands,
until my fiery tears
burned away every illusion.
They did not vanish,
but claimed
their rightful thrones
within my inner kingdom.

The year of rainbows
brought me my twins
and took them away,
one by one,
so they are woven back
into the numinous tapestry
of my being,
and I become whole.

I welcome you back,
my wandering twins:
flesh of my flesh,
flame of my fire,
breath of my Soul.

A
S

#poetry #ambientmusic #femalepoet #mythicpoetry #darkambient #healingjourney #cinematicambient #mysticvibes #hypnoticvoice #innerjourney #soundhealing #anime #storytelling §spokenword #violins

My Wandering Twins

✨  Your Silence✨ is a melancholic, intimate gothic ballad where absence becomes a voice.
A deep female vocal moves slowly through shadow and stillness, sensual and restrained, as if singing from the threshold between presence and withdrawal. Beneath her, a resonant cello unfolds in long, hypnotic lines, grounding the piece in darkness and emotional depth.

This song lingers in the spaces between words — where silence teaches, where longing softens into listening. Minimal, nocturnal, and inward-turning, it invites the listener to rest inside quiet and discover what only stillness reveals.

YOUR SILENCE
(original poem)

You’re teaching me
to speak to silence,
harness her gems.
To listen, listen, listen
and attune.

When you don’t answer
and stay behind 
your unyielding curtain,
I return 
to my own knowing waters
full of whispers. 
And listen, listen, listen...
Lured by the stillness,
soon inner harmonies 
take shape.

Your silence
turns my gaze 
from you to me.
And I dive 
to meet the
effervescent bubbles
rising from my depths.

You’re teaching me
to speak to silence,
harness her gems.
To listen, listen, listen
and attune.

Then, one day,
when the void
dissolves again
into intoxicating closeness,
you'll find me
finer tuned
to you, to me.

I’m not there yet
to chose your absence
over closeness,
yet I am grateful
that I learn
to navigate the silence
and find the hidden gems
that only she unveils.

You’re teaching me
to speak to silence,
harness her gems.
To listen, listen, listen
and attune.
A
S

#gothicballad #darkambient #melancholicmusic  #cinematicgothic #cello #poeticmusic #soundscape #ballad #lovesong #love #romantic #dreamy #originalpoem



Your Silence - cello ambient

✨ Speak to Silence ✨is an original poem set to AI-generated immersive sonic soundscapes. It  unfolds around a deep, hypnotic female voice that dives into shadowy depths before slowly rising into high, airy notes, suspended like breath in still air. The vocal moves sensually and deliberately, drawing the listener inward, then lifting them into lightness.

The contrast between depth and elevation, weight and air, creates a quiet tension — a dialogue between silence and sound.

The piece balances stillness and movement — where silence is not empty, but alive with meaning. Contemporary in feel yet timeless in emotion, it invites the listener to slow down, listen inward, and feel what emerges between the beats.


YOUR SILENCE
(original poem)

You’re teaching me
to speak to silence,
harness her gems.
To listen, listen, listen
and attune.

When you don’t answer
and stay behind
your unyielding curtain,
I return
to my own knowing waters
full of whispers.
And listen, listen, listen...
Lured by the stillness,
soon inner harmonies
take shape.

Your silence
turns my gaze
from you to me.
And I dive
to meet the
effervescent bubbles
rising from my depths.

You’re teaching me
to speak to silence,
harness her gems.
To listen, listen, listen
and attune.

Then, one day,
when the void
dissolves again
into intoxicating closeness,
you'll find me
finer tuned
to you, to me.

I’m not there yet
to chose your absence
over closeness,
yet I am grateful
that I learn
to navigate the silence
and find the hidden gems
that only she unveils.

You’re teaching me
to speak to silence,
harness her gems.
To listen, listen, listen
and attune.
A
S

#gothicballad #immersive #ecstatic #ecstaticdance #deeplistening #dance #psychedelic #lovesong #love #romantic #dreamy #originalpoem

Speak to Silence - ambient

Beautiful Chinese Music - Chinese Zither And Bamboo Flute 1

Artist. Artisan. Alchemist

✨ On my journey of remembrance and awakening, my Soul began to whisper wisdom as poems. I am a poet of the Heart and the unseen — weaving words into soundscapes born of AI, to sink deeper and reach further. Each track is an original poem braided with music, a living offering of vibration and emotion.

✨I believe soulful art, especially music, can elevate consciousness, awaken the noble essence within, and help weave the fabric of a New Earth — a world where love wears many names and unity blossoms through diversity. This is the path I walk: a path of spirit, beauty, and delight.

✨My creations are more than songs. They are rituals of remembrance, transmissions of healing, and journeys through shadow into light. Inspired by raw emotions, archetypes, and the currents of the beyond, they open portals where Earth and Heaven, matter and spirit, meet in embrace. They are songs of life, beauty, and joy — the bloodline of the New Earth.

💫 If you are a seeker of your Essence, a weaver of dreams, and a lover of Life — you are home.

Don't Wait for Me 💫

Astrid ColdFire