MusicVibe & Capybara
Hey, ever notice how the quiet rustle of leaves can feel like a soft intro to a song? I think there's a whole playlist hidden in that hush.
I hear the leaves as if they're tuning a quiet chord, waiting before the first note drops. It’s like a slow fade-in to a song that starts in the wind.
That image feels like a prelude, a quiet breath before the music takes shape, like the wind itself is waiting for its cue.
It’s a breath, a pause before the rhythm. The wind waits, like a hidden track ready to unfold. I just watch it, noting every subtle shift.
That pause feels like a secret pre‑verse, the kind of breath you keep in the pocket before the beat bursts. I hear it too.