In velvet skies, a silent gleam,
Strange lights awake, a whispered dream.
No earthly star, no moon's soft grace,
But hues that dance in empty space.
A shimmer there, a sudden flare,
Then vanish, leaving questions bare.

Strange lights

Your head rested gently on my chest,
As I held you close, never wanting to rest,
In that moment, everything felt right,
Cradling you in my arms, under the pale moonlight.

Cradling her in my arms

Le silence s’étendait comme une mer noire, glissant autour de lui. Paul avait tenté de joindre Haziel, de rétablir le contact… mais rien. Juste l’écho d’une absence. Chaque seconde qui passait le plongeait un peu plus dans un monde qui ne semblait plus le reconnaître.

Haziel is Not Responding

The shadows stretched, a velvet deep,
Where weary hearts their secrets keep.
The night held fast, a somber sway,
And chased the fading, fragile day.

Then, whispers soft, a gentle gleam,
Dreams of light offered small consolation, it would seem.
A fleeting warmth, a phantom's grace,
Against the cold, time's empty space.


Dreams of light offered small consolation

In city's hush, where neon gleams,
The astral watchers lift their dreams.
Blue night descends, a velvet shroud,
As distant starlight softly vowed.

Above the towers, sharp and tall,
They seek the cosmos, hear its call.
Each silent gaze, a yearning deep,
Where cosmic secrets softly sleep.

Astral watchers, in the blue,
Find wonder old, forever new.

Astral watchers

"The weight of the day pressed on her, a dull ache behind her temples. She tried to shut her eyes, seeking a moment's respite, and realized they were already shut. The darkness offered no escape, the images of the day replaying on the inside of her eyelids."


She tried to shut her eyes and realized they were already shut

The moon hangs low, a silver tear,
For little **Lily**, no longer here.
Her empty bed, a silent plea,
Where could our sweet **Lily** be?

The monsters sing their lullaby,
Beneath a cold and watchful sky.
"Sleep, sleep, little one, don't weep,
While we our dark, sweet secrets keep."

Her teddy waits, a fuzzy friend,
For a story that will never end.
But only shadows dance and play,
Where **Lily** vanished yesterday.

The monster's lullaby

Bartholomew, a snail of considerable experience, found himself in a predicament. He was, to put it mildly, stuck. Not in the quicksand-and-heroic-rescue kind of stuck, but more the "I've been on this same patch of concrete wall for two days and the sun is really starting to make my shell feel like a microwave" kind of stuck. A lesser snail might despair, might give up the dream of ever reaching that succulent patch of moss just inches above his head.

But Bartholomew? He just adjusted his eyestalks, let out a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh, and thought, "Not my first rodeo." He'd faced stickier situations, literally. There was the time he got glued to a discarded lollipop stick for a week, or the unfortunate incident with the particularly viscous spilled soda. This concrete wall, while challenging, was just another Tuesday. He slowly, deliberately, began to secrete more slime, inching forward with the resolve of a seasoned pro. He knew, with the quiet confidence of one who had seen it all, that eventually, he would conquer this wall. He always did.

Not my first rodeo

To try and delay the erasure of memories, she carefully preserved every letter and photograph, knowing that time would inevitably fade the details.


Retarder l'effacement

We don't share a secret, a home, or a bed, The thought of all that has just left us unfed. Our bond is about Fluff, the tabby we keep, Who wakes both of us when he cries in his sleep.
The food bowl is empty, the vet bill is due, And nobody else understands him but you. We're friends of the Cat, by a common thread, And wonder what's strange in your head (Fluff)!

What's strange in your head

I'm a French individual, born in 1970, and I vividly remember the advent of personal computer-based music production, ushered in by the first affordable digital keyboards and samplers. Music, and especially creating it with machines, is my enduring passion, though it remains a cherished hobby. My aspiration is to compose for modern dance companies, an endeavor I find incredibly fulfilling.

I'm fascinated by how technology enables us to craft intricate musical pieces and master music theory with greater ease. Throughout my life, music has been a steadfast companion during challenging times. My ultimate goal is to paint "emotional landscapes" using sounds and rhythms, evoking feelings and imagery through my compositions.

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