[Verse 1]
In shadows deep where secrets sleep,
I wander alone in silent grief.
A silver doe in midnight’s glow,
Whispers of love lost long ago.

[Verse 2]
The wind, a ghost, murmurs her name,
Her laughter fades like a dying flame.
By starlit rivers my dreams adrift,
In every breeze, I feel her shift.

[Chorus]
Forever haunted, shadows fall,
Her whispered name, my silent call.
In every breath, a fading light,
I chase the ghost that haunts the night.

[Bridge]
Memories trace a midnight sky,
Faded roses and whispered sighs.
On cliffs, old vows echo in the night,
While the ocean mourns in pale moonlight.

[Verse 3]
Barren fields under a sorrowed sky,
Wilted petals of dreams gone by.
Every step is a silent plea,
Haunted forever by her memory.

[Chorus]
Forever haunted, shadows fall,
Her whispered name, my silent call.
In every breath, a fading light,
I chase the ghost that haunts the night.

[Outro]
In twilight’s arms, my heart remains unsealed,
A whispered love—a wound never healed.

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“Moonlight” is a ghostly lament wrapped in the aching embrace of post-rock and cinematic post-punk. Every verse is steeped in shadow and silver, as deep vocals and mournful violin weave through a landscape of memories forever drifting in the dark. This is a hymn to lost love and eternal longing — a tribute to those who haunt our hearts long after they’re gone. Drift with the tides of this sorrowful melody and let its gentle ache illuminate the dark places where hope still whispers.

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Genre: Cinematic Post-Rock
Key: F Major
BPM: 120
Time Signature: 4/4

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A tribute to Professor Severus Snape ♡



Moonlight

I long to see the solan-goose
Wing over Ailsa crag
At dusk again—or Girvan gulls at dawn;
To see the osprey grayly glide
The winds of Kamasaig:
For grayness now my heart is set upon.
The grayness of sea-spaces where
There's loneliness alone,
Save for the wings that sweep it with unrest,
Save for the hunger-cries that sound
And die into a moan,
Save for the moaning hunger in my breast.
For grayness is the hue of all
In life that is not lies.
A thousand years of tears are in my heart;
And only in their mystery
Can I be truly wise:
From light and laughter follies only start.
I long to see the mists again
Above the tumbling tide
Of Ailsa, at the coming of the night.
There's weariness and emptiness
And soul unsatisfied
Forever in the places of delight

A Thousand Years Of Tears

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost I

Sea Ghost II

Sea Ghost III

Sea Ghost IV

Sea Ghost V

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost
Sea ghost
Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost VI

Firefly
Firefly
Firefly Firefly Firefly
Firefly

Little torch-bearer, alone with me in the night,
You cannot light the sea, nor I illumine life.
They are too vast for us, they are too deep for us.
We glow with all our strength, but back the shadows sweep:
And after a while will come—unshadowed Sleep.
Here on the rocks that take the turning tide;
Here by the wide lone waves and lonelier wastes of sky,

Firefly,

Firefly

Firefly Firefly Firefly

Firefly

We keep our poet-watch, as patient poets should,
Questioning earth's commingled ill and good to us.
Yet little of them, or naught, have truly understood.
Bright are the stars, and constellated thick.
To you, so quick to flit along your flickering course,
They seem perhaps as glowing mates in other fields.

And all the knowledge I have gathered yields to me
Scarce more of the great mystery their wonder wields.
For the moon we are waiting—and behold
Her ardent gold drifts up, her sail has caught the breeze
That blows all being thro the Universe always.
So now, little light-keeper, you no more need nurse
Your gleam, for lo! she mounts, and sullen clouds disperse.

[chorus]
Firefly,

Firefly

Firefly Firefly Firefly

Firefly

[bridge]

And I with aching thought may cease to burn,
And humbly turn to rest—knowing no glow of mine
Can ever be so beauteous as have been to me
Your soft beams here beside the sea's elusive din:
For grief too oft has kindled me, and pain, and the world's sin

Firefly,

Firefly

Firefly Firefly Firefly

Firefly

To A Firefly By The Sea.   ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ≽༏≼  ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Sometimes Nothing Helps

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

Cú Ste studios craft audio canvases where AI meets digital and analog rhythms, blurring the lines between dancefloor energy and introspective depth. With a flair for weaving narrative into sound—evident in tracks like "Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version" and "Skate Away"—their music feels like a journey from country to city, from self to others, across every genre in the record store.

Drawing from global influences and a DIY ethos, Cu.Ste’s work has been described as "a sonic collage of the future-past", resonating with fans of avant-garde electronica and groove-driven experimentation. Their 2025 ersatz soundtrack album "Somewhere in Texas" explores themes of romance and nostalgia, packaged in beats that defy genre conventions.

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