Her name is Amy Vol. 5

Lyrics:

When she walks in, the music holds its breath —
She doesn’t follow rhythm, she writes the steps.
The lights chase her like they already know,
Her laugh breaks rules, her sway steals the show.

She doesn't walk, she floats.
She doesn’t dance — she evokes.
Each move she makes
Carves her name in the floor.

Her name is Amy,
And when she spins, the world spins with her.
Like a flame that never surrenders,
Like a star that never drifts farther.
She moves without asking, breaks all the frames,
Amy is rhythm, Amy is rain.

The ground doesn’t tremble, it bows to her heels,
Like it knows this moment is painfully real.
Her shadow dances louder than most dreams,
Her steps burn cold seasons into steam.

She doesn’t follow the beat — she bends it.
Doesn’t copy the groove — she ends it.
You can’t hold her down
When the storm’s in her eyes.

Her name is Amy,
And when she spins, the world spins with her.
Like a flame that never surrenders,
Like a star that never drifts farther.
She moves without asking, breaks all the frames,
Amy is rhythm, Amy is rain.

She doesn’t dance to be seen,
She dances not to break.
It’s how she tells the world
She still believes in fate.

Her name is Amy,
And her motion is thunder and wonder.
Like a wind that won’t be tethered,
Like a fire that never flickers.
She dances untamed, doesn’t follow your game,
Amy is rhythm, Amy is rain.

HER name is Amy - TheAbiffSolaris

No memory - TheAbiffSolaris

Now I understand too - TheAbiffSolaris

Lyrics:

You built your ruins with tender hands
Crowned yourself on top, unseen
Turned into stone for your own sorrow
Waiting for someone to call it art

But no one will come
to read your cracks
No one seeks mirrors
made of ash and glass
You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear
(You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear)

Your tears are ornaments
on the facade of fragile pride
Each silence you throw
a hollow hymn dressed in spite

But no one will come
to read your cracks
No one seeks mirrors
made of ash and glass
You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear
(You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear)

You believed you were one of a kind
in a world that never looked
Now you blame the wind
for skipping your shrine

But no one will come
to read your cracks
No one seeks mirrors
made of ash and glass
(You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear)

You enchanted yourself
and killed the spell
You’re the statue
in your own farewell

(You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear)

No one will come - TheAbiffSolaris

Lyrics:

I came back to the place I knew,
Where echoes still hum the songs I grew.
The air was stale, the light was dim,
Like the room had missed the sound of my skin.

I brushed off dust with familiar tunes,
Lit the night with my old full moons.
Crooked frames and faded walls,
But now it feels like home through it all.

I opened the windows,
let the old air flee,
chased out the silence,
brought back the real me.
This is my rhythm, my sound, my name—
I’m staying right here, without shame.

I wandered far through borrowed lanes,
Tried on masks, but none remained.
Now my strings sing pure and loud,
No more chasing empty crowds.

I opened the windows,
let the old air flee,
chased out the silence,
brought back the real me.
This is my rhythm, my sound, my name—
I’m staying right here, without shame.

It’s not regret, it’s choice I’ve made,
A quiet stand in the light and shade.
No more disguises, no more doubt—
This is the road I’m walking out.

I opened the windows,
and the music came in,
the one that knows
where I’ve always been.
This is my home, my skin, my sun—
I closed the door, my run’s begun.

Opened the Windows - TheAbiffSolaris

To shake the ground - TheAbiffSolaris

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In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.