The rooster crows, my fate is sealed
Another day in life's field

Cold water on my weary face
My reflection shows no grace
The tea is bitter, bread is stale
But still I dance through the gale

Like my grandmother always said with sighs
"Life is long, but days are short—so work, and then you die"

Through dusty roads I make my way
A thousand souls in disarray
We are drops in endless rain
Together suffering, together sane

The boss man shouts like thunder's roar
I've survived ten thousand days before
My lunch is cold, my back is bent
But not my spirit's intent

Through dusty roads I make my way
A thousand souls in disarray
We are drops in endless rain
Together suffering, together sane

My father worked until he fell
Now I repeat the same spell
But in my heart, fire burns true

The clock moves slow like honey
But freedom waits for me

The gates are open wide!
My suffering pushed aside!
I walk with lighter feet tonight
But tomorrow, I'll dance again

Beneath the stars I count my blessings small
Tomorrow comes, but I've survived it all

May morning bring me strength once more

Капли Дождя (Drops of Rain)

Hello, and thank you for listening. I don't really have a single genre that I aspire to create. It's mainly just what I'm feeling in the moment. My muse draws inspiration from every direction. My musical voyage takes me on journeys both internal and external, journeys whose results I can't always predict.

For me, it's truly the journey that matters, not the destination. I let my creativity flow freely, allowing it to guide me where it will. I don't constrain myself to a particular style or genre; instead, I embrace the boundless possibilities of musical expression. Each new piece is an adventure, an opportunity to explore uncharted sonic territory.

My aim is not to adhere to any preconceived notions of what my music "should" sound like. Rather, I strive to authentically channel the emotions, ideas, and perspectives that well up within me at any given time. The end result may defy easy categorization, but that's part of the beauty. I'm not beholden to any expectations other than my own artistic vision.

So in short, I let my muse be my guide. I follow where it leads, embracing the unpredictable journey of musical creation (via various AI technologies). I hope you'll join me on these voyages, as I never know quite where they might take us. Cheers!

Капли Дождя (Drops of Rain)

Nostradamus Jones (NosJ)