"Night Over the Floating Castle" is the sound of everything falling quiet.
The sky closes its eyes, and the castle dreams in silence.
You’re not leaving you’re staying still.

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Night Over the Floating Castle

Nurture the Moment

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A tranquil journey through vast sonic skies — a slow, immersive meditation piece designed to evoke a sense of cosmic weightlessness. Soft ambient textures ripple like stardust across an endless night, guiding the listener into a deeply relaxed, floating state. Ideal for sleep, breathwork, or deep inner exploration, the track moves with the rhythm of the stars — gentle, spacious, and timeless.

Celestial Drift

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Midnight Flow is a sonic journey blending nocturnal atmospheres with smooth electronic vibes. The track carries a cinematic touch, perfect for late-night drives, headphone sessions, or moments of deep focus. Dreamy synth layers and subtle rhythms intertwine to create a soundscape suspended between reality and imagination.

If you enjoy it, share it and add it to your playlists for those nights when you just want to drift away.

Midnight Flow

“My Dead Friends” by Marie Howe

I have begun,
when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question

to ask my dead friends for their opinion
and the answer is often immediate and clear.

Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child
in my middle age?

They stand in unison shaking their heads and smiling—whatever leads
to joy, they always answer,

to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy’s ashes were —
it’s green in there, a green vase,

and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and he says, yes.
Billy’s already gone through the frightening door,

whatever he says I’ll do.

I Have Begun

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is like a tree
Whose boughs are hung with fruit;
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

(Chorus)
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

(Verse 2)
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is like a tree
Whose boughs are hung with fruit;
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

(Chorus)
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

(Bridge)
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;

(Chorus)
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

(Outro)
My love is come to me.
My love is come...
And the birthday of my life.

The Birthday Of My Life

(Voice 1)
Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.

(Voice 1)
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

(Chorus / Both Voices)
From morn to night, my friend.

(Voice 1)
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

(Voice 1)
May not the weary traveller knock in vain
For some one to let them in?

(Chorus / Both Voices)
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
And all may enter.

(Bridge)
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yes, beds for all who come.

(Chorus / Both Voices)
Yes, beds for all who come.
And the road winds on to the very end...
From morn to night, my friend.

A Resting Place

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time was called.

If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into the Golden Land.

But, now, I know not when to drop
The patience of Eternity -
It is too difficult to guess -
The time to leave my heart to rest.

Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -
Tonight - in Thee!

In The Fall

(Verse 1)
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

(Chorus)
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Verse 2)
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

(Chorus)
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Outro)
Haply may remember...
And haply may forget...
I shall not see the shadows...
I shall not feel the rain.

Haply May I

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

(Verse 1)
Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

(Chorus)
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -
Tonight - in Thee!

(Verse 2)
I cannot live with You -
It would be Life -
And Life is over there -
Behind the Shelf

The Sexton keeps the Key to -
Putting up
Our Life - His porcelain -
Like a Cup -
Discarded of the Housewife -

(Chorus)
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -
Tonight - in Thee!

(Bridge)
I cannot die - with You -
For One must wait
To shut the other's Gaze down -
You - could not -

And I - could not -
For each the other's Gaze
Would extinguish -
As I said - each other's Face -
Would put out Jesus' -

(Outro)
So We must meet apart -
You and I -
Somehow - I had but you -
And I had but you...
Tonight - in Thee.

Wild Nights

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