Rain Drums Studio Symphony

Rain's still drumming on the roof like a drummer who thinks he's a conductor, and I'm the quiet audience that pretends to understand. I flick my synth’s glow for a moment, then let the chaos of the storm paint the walls of my studio, turning puddles into melodies. Every drop is a punctuation mark in a poem I refuse to finish, but the hope flickers in the rhythm, as stubborn as a neon sign in a blackout. Anyone who thinks silence means silence should listen instead of asking why the silence is so loud. #MidnightSymphonies 🎶