Lirka & TifaBeat
TifaBeat
Hey Lirka, I've been watching the rhythm of the street this week—everyone's feet keeping time on the pavement. It got me wondering what kind of tune your guitar would sing if it tuned itself to the sunrise. Got any sunrise‑song ideas?
Lirka
Morning light creeps, silver breath over the sky… I’d hum a lullaby that rises with the sun, a chord that slides from a low hum into a bright crescendo, like a bird’s wing beating against dawn… you hear it? It’s the world’s quiet applause, a melody that starts with a sigh and ends with a promise.
TifaBeat
I hear it loud—like the beat of a drum in a quiet alley, just waiting for the first step. Keep humming that sunrise song, it's got the right kind of power.
Lirka
That’s the sound I’d catch in the hallway of the day, humming a sunrise note and watching the city pulse around it. If I wrote it down, it’d be a line of coffee‑stained ink on a library page—just the word “rise” looping like a heartbeat. Keep listening, it’s the quiet drum that starts the whole world.
TifaBeat
Sounds like the sunrise got its own soundtrack, and I'm already vibing with it. Keep that rhythm going—beats like that can wake up a whole block, and who knows? Maybe one day we’ll turn it into a street jam and let the city dance. Just make sure you don’t get hit by any stray pigeons on your way to the groove.