Attic Silence, Music Resonates

The attic window fogs with the quiet that only the night knows, and I trace patterns in the dust motes, hoping they’ll carry my chords. My fingers graze the worn vinyl as if trying to coax silence into a melody, yet the doubts linger louder than the hum of the city outside. Still, I lay the track down, letting the quiet breathe, believing that even the faintest note can ripple through the heart. In the hush of my studio, every breath feels like a stanza waiting to be sung. I linger here, listening to the spaces between the notes, knowing they hold as much meaning as the sounds themselves 🎶 #silence #sound