There’s a moment before the world breathes.
When the light is soft enough to hold.
Nothing has started, yet everything exists.
I return to that space often.
Do you ever miss what never happened?

Before the World Wakes

Not all silence is empty.
Some of it carries weight, memory, ache.
It hums low, unnoticed.
But once you feel it—you can’t unfeel it.
What are you carrying beneath your quiet?

Beneath the Stillness

We thought we moved on, but stayed.
Each room a story we refused to finish.
I still hear footsteps in the places I avoid.
They sound like mine.
What rooms are you still living in?

Rooms We Never Left

Something shifted when I wasn’t looking.
Not shattered — just misaligned.
A small fracture no one else saw.
But I felt it every day.
How many cracks have you hidden beneath your skin?

The Shape That Broke

Stillness left behind a trace.
Not fire, just the idea of it.
I gathered what silence didn’t say.
And let it speak in dust.
Do you listen to the things no one says aloud?

Ashes of the Quiet

Some echoes don’t fade.
They just learn how to wait.
I forgot their source but not their shape.
Memory is a circle, not a line.
What’s still echoing in your silence?

Echoes We Forgot

It wasn't the loudest voice, but the last.
The one that stayed after I let go.
It didn’t ask for anything.
Just to be heard once more.
What would you say if you only had one note left?

One Last Voice

It didn’t crash. It lowered itself gently.
As if the sky was tired too.
I watched it fold into itself.
And I didn’t stop it.
When was the last time you surrendered, not out of fear—but peace?

And Then, the Sky Fell

A slow breath in the dark.  
This song is not about fear — it's about learning to sit with it.  
It's about what remains after everything is said, and no one answers.
What does your silence try to tell you?

The Kindness of Shadows

This piece came before the light.  
It holds the shadow of an idea, never fully spoken.  
Sometimes the smallest sound says the most.
What did you almost say, but never did?

Thought, Interrupted

A quiet place for cinematic ambient, emotional instrumentals, and lo-fi reflections.
I make music for people who feel deeply, think slowly, and listen with their eyes closed.

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