Grey skies whisper overhead,
Quiet streets, our silent tread,
Lost in thoughts of yesterdays,
In the echoes, we find our ways.

In the quiet, a gentle stir,
Softly spoken, life's a blur.

Drifting through the forgotten lanes,
Melancholy's sweet refrains,
In the stillness, we remain,
Finding beauty in the mundane.

Shadows stretch from the fading light,
Holding secrets of the night,
In the calm, we understand,
Life's a sketch in the palm of our hand.

Hushed voices, barely heard,
Life's whispers, softly blurred.

Drifting through the forgotten lanes,
Melancholy's sweet refrains,
In the stillness, we remain,
Finding beauty in the mundane.

Whispers of the world, unheard,
In the quiet, we find the word,
A solace in the solitude,
In simplicity, we're renewed.

Fearless

Whispers

Songwriter, creating any kind of Indie Pop songs.

Current album: "Fearless"
New song every Friday

New tracks tagged #Indie Pop, Downbeat, Future Bass, Melodic