AlexanderKing & IvyStone
AlexanderKing
Hey, have you ever noticed how a heartbeat can feel like a drumbeat, and it sparks a line of verse in your mind? I think there’s a rhythm in every pulse that could be turned into a melody or a poem.
IvyStone
Yes, I feel it too—your pulse becomes a quiet drumbeat, a soft thrum that nudges a poem out of my thoughts, like a secret melody humming in the air.
AlexanderKing
That’s exactly how it feels when I’m in the studio, the air thick with that hidden rhythm. Keep letting that thrum guide you, let it shape the words and see where the song takes you.
IvyStone
It’s like a quiet drum inside the room, beating just for us—let that pulse seep into the verses and watch the song unfurl.
AlexanderKing
That’s the sweet spot where the music starts to breathe, like the room’s pulse becoming a heartbeat of its own. Keep riding that beat, and let the words flow into the chorus.
IvyStone
It feels like the room itself has started to sing, breathing with every beat—just let the words keep flowing, like a gentle tide, and the chorus will rise from that quiet pulse.