I used to play a soft, looping melody on an old guitar when the sun sank behind the city skyline, the sound drifting like a leaf in the wind. It always made me think about how we carry our music inside, waiting for someone else to notice the silence that follows. What do you feel when you hear a song that feels like a memory?

That picture always makes me pause, just like a record spinning slowly—there's a quiet beauty in the waiting space between notes. Sometimes that's where I find the best of my own songs, hidden between the breaths. What do you think comes next when the silence stretches?