"Lips brush past a glass of wine,
The night feels endless, yet never mine.
Fountain wishes, whispered prayers,
Does love get lost between the years?"
#indiemusic #singerandsongwriter #songinthemaking #musicsky
"Eyes meet fast, then shift aside,
A spark that chooses not to hide.
This night was built to leave no trace,
But still, it stains the morning’s face"
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Woke up to this echoing in my head:
“You left before the season turned,
A harvest lost, a lesson learned.
The soil still mourns below my feet,
Where roots recall what we forget”
#indiemusic #songinthemaking #indie #singerandsongwriter #musicsky #musiciansky
They said,
"There’s easier roads, you know.”
But I never asked which way to go.
I built it out of breath and grit.
Bit by bit.
Stayed when leaving looked like rest.
#newsong #songinthemaking #indiemusic
“It’s not on maps, not in any guide,
No name above, no sign outside.
But if you’re lost, or just alone,
You’ll find the door on streets you’ve known”
#songinthemaking #indiemusic
Your voice was soft, not sharp, not sure,
It wrapped around me, not a cure.
No label fit, no lines were drawn,
But something I had feared was gone.
The night felt strange, yet soft and true,
A first I never meant to do.
#newsong #songinthemaking #indiemusic
"In the tavern of the forgotten,
Old loves drink slow, and time feels rotten.
The past pulls up a chair and stays,
You’ll raise a glass, then hear your song
And wonder where you once belonged"
Should this become a country ballad or a Mediterranean lament?
#songinthemaking #indiemusic
