Silent Echoes

Sleeping Soundly

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Impala Lily

Burning Man

Jeannie Arnott - Burning Man

04 Le Città Invisibili

Violin Dreams, Vol. 3

Sacred Stillness

6 I TRUST (417 HZ)

Lyrics:

Time rewrites the shoreline, 
pulling sand from every name.
Footprints fade to memory, 
water swallowing the claim.
I walk the tide of faces 
that the seasons rearrange,
some rise like dawn tomorrow, 
some fall back and never change.

Old letters crack in sunlight,
new maps unfold in rain.
Two roads in every heartbeat
to wander or remain.

The wind keeps calling forward, 
the anchor holds me tight;
one path says burn the harbour, 
one whispers hold the night.
People drift like storm clouds, 
or rust beside the pier;
both choices split the spirit, 
both tear the seams of fear.

Voices gather distance, 
silhouettes dissolve in haze.
Photographs grow silent, 
framed in yesterday’s malaise.
Some souls learn the language 
of the current’s undertow,
others guard a lighthouse 
where the ships no longer go.

Clocks tilt toward tomorrow,
but shadows beg to stay.
The same horizon shatters
in two opposing ways.

The wind keeps calling forward, 
the anchor holds me tight;
one path says burn the harbour, 
one whispers hold the night.
People drift like storm clouds, 
or rust beside the pier;
both choices split the spirit, 
both tear the seams of fear.

If I leave with all the sparrows, 
I may never touch the ground;
if I stay beside the ruins, 
I will haunt familiar sound.
Either way the heart is aching, 
stretched between what was and is;
every breath becomes a question 
no certainty can dismiss.

The wind keeps calling forward, 
the anchor holds me tight;
time keeps changing pages, 
turning day to fragile night.
Some will change like rivers, 
others freeze beneath the glass;
the choice is both a freedom 
and a fracture built to last.

Wind or Anchor

ROTTENBRAIN ‘Screen Zombies’ (original)

By the Wind Sailor 

Love this new version of my song, performed and produced by the very talented Séamus Mckenna for the album Songs of Land and Sea.





By the Wind Sailor

Не відвернись(3)

When You Look at Me

When you look at me,
the world stops running
and I stop falling.

In your eyes there’s a home
where no doors ever close.
You see me —
not just as I am,
but as I could be.

Every blink is an embrace.
Every smile a bridge
I will always cross to reach you.

This is a song for the moment when everything feels right again —
sung for my mother,
in the voice she loves most.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Manug Mirage – All rights reserved.

When You Look at Me

"El Sonido de la Resiliencia" is one of the most personal and honest songs I’ve ever written. It came from a deep place — from moments in my life when I had to carry a weight that wasn’t mine, yet I embraced it with love and courage.

The arrangement is simple but deeply emotional. The acoustic guitar lays the foundation like a heartbeat, steady and raw. The harmonica weeps and breathes through the verses, giving voice to things I couldn't say. The organ adds a spiritual layer, almost like a silent prayer floating through the song. And then, the children’s choir… their voices break through with innocence and light, singing the chorus as if they’re echoing my younger self, or maybe reminding me why I kept going.

It’s not just a song — it’s a memory, a scar, and a victory, all wrapped into a melody. "The Sound of Resilience" doesn’t scream. It whispers — but it stays with you long after it ends."

El sonido de la Resiliencia

Found me on Youtube, Deezer, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Spotify, Facebook and X in https://linktr.ee/TheAbiffSolaris

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.