Shadows float in the air,
weightless, nameless.
The wind sings in a language
no one can translate.

Colors fade away,
time starts to tremble,
and in the echo of a sigh,
the borders disappear.

Now that you're gone,
my wings will swim,
in a field of joy,
where my gaze will hear
the echo of what I left behind.

The sun in the twilight,
will cease to set,
the moon in the morning,
will hide the sorrow.

With offerings of light,
my roots will rise,
now I can hear the vision,
that will grant me freedom.

Now that you're gone,
my wings will swim,
in a field of joy,
where my gaze will hear
the echo of what I left behind.

The sun in the twilight,
will cease to set,
the moon in the morning,
will hide the sorrow.

Drowned in the clouds,
memories will sink,
my smile will walk again...

Now that you're gone,
my wings will swim,
in a field of joy,
where my gaze will hear
the echo of what I left behind.

Her Vol 3

What I left behind

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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.