Reign of Justice

Times Of Tyr

Strength doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it breathes.
This song is a tribute to the ones who move slowly, think deeply, and grow in silence.
“Find Your Rhythm” honors the rhythm of stillness, the power found in restraint, reflection, and patience.
For the late bloomers. The deep feelers. The quiet fighters.

Find Your Rhythm

The final exhale. "Quiet Kingdom" is the emotional home you build when you stop chasing permission. It’s a space for misfits, dreamers, and those who feel too much. It’s peace — your way.

Quiet Kingdom

Quiet strength takes center stage in “The Spine of Glass.” Misjudged for being fragile, the narrator speaks with defiance and resilience, revealing that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness. Carried by haunting guitar textures and cinematic string layers, the song walks the fine line between sharpness and transparency, cutting without noise.

The Spine of Glass

A poetic reflection shaped by stillness, memory, and unresolved sorrow — written during a quiet moment by the banks of the River Thames in Teddington, United Kingdom.

Each line flows from observation to introspection, as the water carries echoes of past choices, whispered vows, and silent judgments. This ballad explores themes of pride, departure, and the quiet judgment of time itself — wrapped in the hush of river mist and the rustle of the trees.

[LYRICS]
A holiday, the skies were pale,
I crossed the sea with heart grown frail.
To Teddington I came to rest,
With questions heavy in my chest.

A Duke walked slow through river mist,
His cloak was dark, his hands tight-fist.
His love, the Queen, had gone away;
But left her ink behind to stay.

I crossed the sea with heart grown frail.
Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

The Queen of Hearts had turned to flame,
She wrote of love and fled from blame.
With one who vowed they'd both be free;
A stranger lost to land and sea.

The King of Spades, with cold command,
Passed letters sealed by trembling hand.
Each one a blow the Duke endured,
Each word a wound no balm had cured.

Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

“No blade,” he said, “cut quite as deep,
As love betrayed and left to weep.
I wore my pride like battle steel;
And now I know how loss can feel.”

The Queen had sailed, the King stood still,
The Duke was left with time to kill.
And I, who came to heal my mind,
Stood still beneath the weeping wind.

Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

So mark this tale and learn it true;
The kind may bleed, the proud may rue.
For kings may reign and queens may run,
But some fall hardest when undone.

The Cards Were Laid in Teddington – A Reflection by the River Thames (Lyrics Below)

"I Fade When It’s Shallow" is a quiet anthem for anyone who feels disconnected in surface-level conversations and social performances. The song explores the internal experience of someone who thrives in depth, meaning, and authenticity, but struggles to stay present in spaces where everything feels scripted or hollow. With intimate verses and a gradually intensifying chorus, the track honors emotional honesty, deep focus, and the quiet brilliance of people who are often misunderstood in loud rooms.

I Fade When It’s Shallow

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.

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. An engineer and lifelong observer, Solive Raye writes for those who feel alone in crowded rooms, where silence speaks louder than words.


Blending dark, atmospheric tones with flickers of hope, his music lives in the in-between: not quite despair, not quite light, but something honest.


Raised in movement, from football fields to refereeing lines, he now wanders more internal landscapes, shaping every lyric with the precision of an outsider looking in.


Solive Raye doesn’t shout. He resonates.

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