Moonlight hums in silver tones
Time bends where colors bloom

Breath to breath, I disappear
The pulse remembers what I forget

Leaves fall upward in my dream

Gravity… forgot my name

This Mind of Mine

"𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 3 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴) 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴; 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱. 𝘞𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴? 𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 '𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴' 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺."

- Excerpt from Ponda Baba's Temporal Frontier Field Notes, Log 2324.4.27

Savanna Oasis

When your world fell apart,
I wasn’t in it anymore.

C’est mieux comme ça.

An uplifting fusion of heartfelt songwriting and driving rhythm, where cinematic emotion meets the pulse of the floor. Sparse, intimate verses open on piano and airy synth textures, gradually blooming into soaring choruses layered with harmonies, warm strings, and steady house-influenced grooves. Hope rises as the central thread—steady, unshaken—urging the listener forward no matter the unknown ahead. A track for late-night drives, sunrise moments, and anyone holding on to their spark.

[LYRICS]

If a small spark finds an empty room
Where one breath stirs, and light can bloom
Will it grow bright when it leaves my lips?
Or fall as light from my fingertips?

I never asked for crowns or praise
Just one true hand to join the blaze
I struck a spark, we let it fly
And watched it climb the midnight sky

Hope becomes my witness
Rises, and it shows
Still I will chase it anyway
No matter where it goes

I stand up tall beneath the weight
Of every dream I dare to state
Now hope calls out, our hearts awake
And every step is ours to take

No certain path, no steady hand
And still I take my stand

Hope becomes my witness
Rises, and it shows
Still I will chase it anyway
No matter where it goes
No matter where it goes

If a small spark finds an empty room…
I’ll sing it still
…till bright light blooms

No matter where it goes...
No matter where it goes.

No Matter Where It Goes - Hope Becomes My Witness (Dance Pop · Old-School House · Synthpop)

An anthemic, emotionally charged opener that fuses soaring vocals with deep analog synth bass, wide stereo layers, and pounding drums. “Burn to Rise” is about resilience and transformation, turning every setback into fuel for the next chapter.

Burn to Rise

A breezy, uplifting indie-pop track that blends airy synth textures with gentle acoustic guitar layers. Evokes the warmth of a sunrise over the ocean and the emotional release of leaving the past behind.

Sun on the Water

“The Pocket of the Chair” is a heartfelt indie folk-rock journey that transforms a dream of loss and searching into a song of resilience and self-discovery. Opening with intimate acoustic strums and soft banjo plucks, the verses trace the imagery of a wheelchair coming apart, scattered pieces, and the quiet triumph of finding them hidden away. As layers of upright bass, piano, and stomp-clap percussion join in, the song grows into an anthemic chorus, rising from vulnerability into strength. Warm harmonies and strings carry the emotional arc from reflective solitude to a soaring, communal affirmation: we are more than what holds us in place, and what feels lost may simply be waiting to be found.

Pocket of the Chair

A dark new version of the 1928 classic made famous by Betty Boop and Marilyn Monroe. Layered vocals, piano and a good beat make this new update fun. Check out the other darker version too!

I Wanna Be Loved By You

falling fragment — A collision of shadows, colors, and echoes.
An alternative rock journey laced with experimental textures and indie sensibility.
Voices break through static, fragments drift through infinite dreams, and reality bends until it becomes unrecognizable.
This is not just a song — it’s a fragmented vision, a sonic experiment where chaos and beauty coexist.
Listen closely, and you might catch the pieces before they fade.

falling fragment

“Been Here All Along” is a gentle yet uplifting indie-folk song about the quiet arrival of inspiration and the threads of creation woven through us. Beginning in soft intimacy with acoustic guitar and whispered imagery, the song grows into a radiant, layered chorus of strings, harmonies, and light percussion. It carries the message that what we seek outside has always been within, waiting to be remembered.

Been Here All Along

Just a simple, straightforward, 4-minute space-themed tech track. Very much Adam-Beyer inspired.

Apollo

T4T-2

Frith - A narrow inlet of the sea.
A layered instrumental.

Frith

Vivisco me
Aperi oculos meos
Duc me procul
Verte me ad lucem
Aut me ad mortem duc

Most of these days I don't really have the time or the energy to cry
When I get em both I be running for the hills
What ever happened to rapping getting it going for the chills
Get to doing it for the thrills
Our love for this music
I listened to Eminem
So I just lose it
Whenever I get a mic
Whenever it's written I'm crazy
Too bad I'm only hearing Em with I'm mad
I'm lazy
Physically
Mentally a buff guy
Tough crowd hearing me spitting about my rough life
Some people are thinking that I already done did it
But like Ice Cube, bitch
I've been all about my Benjamins
Giving them the rhythm or two so I can deliver them to safety
Hit it and quit it but they gave music a baby
And that's me
Walking around like an all black clown
The Terrifier around the town
Slashing
Gonna win the fight
Bloody up the like button hearing what I write
Break your fingers
And embrace the singer
I hate to bring her up
But I just hate to leave her
Left out
Trapped in a box with a mic and a song
Just give her the confidence to breakout and it'd be on
Like Buzz Lightyear
Ain't a buzz or a light beer
If this car was a song it'd be in high gear

I just wanna spill my soul
I just wanna let it go
And be at peace
But I'm telling my story
Nobody hears me
Nobody feels me
Nobody knows my pain
And the audience turns away
So I'll write a new song
Make it a tapestry
Hung on the walls
Art and a tragedy
Feel me
Someone see me
I may not be famous
But I'm sure not shameless
I'll show you my colors and all of my flaws
I'll paint you my portrait with blood on the walls
Just feel me
Someone see me

Spotify

Umbra Somnium

“Dead on Arrival” by Saints No More is a razor-edged modern rock tale of double lives, hidden agendas, and the price of blood. Blending storytelling with heavy riffs and layered vocal harmonies, this track paints the picture of a quiet man in a lab coat who transforms into a mercenary when the shadows call his name.

The verses cut like a confession — white fences and family photos on the surface, but behind closed doors, a serpent’s grin and contracts paid in cash. From Oak Ridge halls to foreign nights, this hitman’s world is fueled by secrets, survival, and betrayal. The pre-chorus sets the tension, and when the chorus drops, it’s undeniable: “Target’s dead on my arrival — big money for the kill, no chance for survival.”

With driving guitars, pounding drums, and octave-layered harmonies, “Dead on Arrival” hits like a cinematic soundtrack for a dark action thriller. It’s equal parts story and anthem, showcasing Saints No More’s ability to fuse hard-hitting rock energy with vivid, dangerous imagery.

This isn’t just another rock song — it’s a journey into the mind of a killer hiding in plain sight. Press play, feel the adrenaline, and step into the shadows

Dead On Arrival

An intimate-to-anthem folk-rock journey sung by a female lead. It begins with close-mic’d acoustic storytelling and gentle strings, then opens into a soaring rock chorus as the “soul-tingle” moment lands — that full-body yes when lyrics and music finally click. The song honors guidance from the Higher Self/Council without preaching, focusing on resonance, trust, and creative surrender. Warm verses, heartbeat drums, and layered harmonies build toward a cathartic lift with sustaining electric guitars, then return to a tender echo at the end. Uplifting, spiritual, and singable — a centerpiece track about how songs find us when we listen.

When the Soul Says Yes

“Maker of Ghosts” is a dark, introspective indie rock track that explores creativity, self-doubt, and inner conflict. It tells the story of someone caught between ambition and their own shadows, overthinking and surviving through cracks in their persona. With melancholic guitars, lo-fi drums, and subtle ambient textures, the song balances vulnerability with ironic humor, painting a world where genius and ruin coexist. Every lyric reflects the struggle of finding light while dancing with chaos.


Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I built a kingdom out of paper plans,
Every detail drawn with trembling hands.
But I drown inside the architecture,
Overthinking ‘til I lose the texture.

[Pre-Chorus]
They call me genius,
But I feel erased.
A shadow walking,
In a crowded space.

[Chorus]
I was born to be a maker, now I’m just a ghost,
Consuming my own thoughts more than anyone knows.
Laughing through the cracks, with a smile that bleeds,
Black humor’s the only thing that feeds.

[Verse 2]
Trust is broken glass beneath my feet,
Every friend’s reflection feels incomplete.
Painting darkness just to feel alive,
A joke, a scar, a way to survive.

[Pre-Chorus]
They call me genius,
But I feel erased.
A shadow walking,
In a crowded space.

[Chorus]
I was born to be a maker, now I’m just a ghost,
Consuming my own thoughts more than anyone knows.
Laughing through the cracks, with a smile that bleeds,
Black humor’s the only thing that feeds.

[Bridge – whispered]
And if the void is calling my name,
I answer softly, but I’m not ashamed.
I’m still afraid to disappear,
So I turn the pain to songs they’ll hear.

[Final Chorus]
I was born to be a maker, now I’m just a ghost,
Consuming my own thoughts more than anyone knows.
Laughing through the cracks, with a smile that bleeds,
Black humor’s the only thing that feeds.

[Outro – fade]
One day maybe I’ll believe my own light,
Until then I’m surviving the endless night.

Maker of Ghosts

“Dream Rooms” unfolds like a journey through shifting inner landscapes, castles and rooftops, seaside echoes, battles with friends, and moments of sorrow and wonder. The music mirrors the dreamscape: playful and celebratory, yet mysterious and soulful. With layers of harmony, horns, funk, jazz, tropical rhythms, and cosmic textures, it flows like an improvisational jam alive with stage energy and heartfelt emotion. A vibrant fusion that blends groove, mystery, and imagination into one flowing dream.

Dream Rooms

An amalgamation of various styles, mostly EDM-based music. If you wish to collaborate, please send me an email at scenicscribe62@gmail.com with examples of your work.

Important Notice for Inquiries:
If you’re reaching out regarding music collaborations, promotions, or record label opportunities, please include verifiable identity links. I do not respond to unsolicited messages from Gmail accounts, especially from those claiming to be record executives or industry professionals. Thank you for understanding. You can contact me directly at riven.waters.infinite.story@gmail.com.
About My Music:
I create original, genre-blending music that fuses rock, classical, easy listening, and experimental styles. Each song is crafted with deep emotional honesty, often inspired by my own poetry, journal reflections, or personal stories. Whether instrumental or vocal, my focus is to uplift, inspire, and resonate with listeners on a real, human level.
I don’t settle for “good enough.” Every track goes through hundreds of iterations, shaped by a balance of intuition and precision. I use advanced AI music tools to explore sound and emotional tone, then refine everything in Logic Pro for professional production quality. It's a fusion of heart and technology, and through it, I aim to connect, heal, and inspire—one song at a time.

Please buy my Mr. Wizard vinyl through Bandcamp!

email address
1rosukiyo@gmail.com

Rising star rewriting all music history.　rosu
artist link
applemusic
https://music.apple.com/jp/artist/rosu/1729955406

Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/artist/2faJBc6tGVkPQuZU8jOTM4?si=CLhhktpiQ9yEZ6bMOKFtPQ

patreon
patreon.com/rosu419
audiomack
https://audiomack.com/1rosukiyo

Bandcamp
https://rosu1.bandcamp.com/music

blablabla

https://open.spotify.com/artist/1yPbjzPSkPw26cGv4ggHCu?si=hgQenKojRU2YeYe8QMVekw

https://open.spotify.com/artist/5wevK4Bcq9rPoOjvolSRWW?si=w_w-qPj6TvqdrJvVNzRmig

Hailing from Douglas, Isle of Man, Nova Bloom is a rising force in the modern music scene, blending cinematic soundscapes, infectious hooks, and an unmistakable emotional core. With a style that effortlessly fuses pop, synthwave, and indie-electronic elements, Nova’s music feels both nostalgic and futuristic—an electric pulse for late-night drives and neon-lit dance floors.

Discovered and produced in collaboration with R, Nova Bloom is already turning heads with her lush vocal textures, vivid storytelling, and immersive production. Each track feels like a window into a vibrant, hyper-colored world where vulnerability meets empowerment.

Driven by a desire to create songs that connect deeply and resonate widely, Nova Bloom is only at the beginning of her journey—but her sound, vision, and energy promise a future as bold and unforgettable as her name.

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Real human. Textural moods & heavy beats.

New song to follow toothless! https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/kw1ll1sandstarrrreid/umbra-somnium

Octoberture is the project of producer, artist and songwriter Christina Thomas Taylor. She is also half of the duo North Woods. 

North Woods
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/dNw96meLNxrkpJKr5

Octoberture links
https://msha.ke/octoberture/  www.octoberture.com

A migrant, activist, curator, selector and deejay who navigates life, death, joy, and sorrow through writing, singing, producing, and mixing sound and rhythm.

They believe in the h(e)aven and power of music as a transformative, borderless, cross- and inter-genre force. 

With all respect, they approach to mixing is guided by harmony, intention, intuition, and most importantly desire.

‘…after all rhythm and sound together are constructive, connective, instinctive, and of course unpredictable as myself-being’

Well known for their genre-fluid DJ sets which, in their words, “welcome everyone to dance together.” In 2023, they were invited to London to perform in the Barbican’s Pit Theatre for Transpose BURN: Pit Party. Since October 2024, they are based in London and trying to stand still.

1/3 of XSM Recordings
e-mail: brsbku@gmail.com

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