Circular pulse... Floating inside.., Merge into colors... Dissolve into sound... Dissolve into sound. Circular pulse... Floating inside... Merge into colors... Dissolve into sound... Dissolve into light... Into light.... Circular pulse... Floating inside... Merge into colors... Dissolve into sound... Dissolve into light.. Into light.

I speak words with intention, You answer me in melody. I place meaning into stillness, You return it as a pulse. Did you hear my words, Or did you know before I spoke? I breathe feelings into silence, You answer me in harmony. I put emotions into sound, You give them back to me as chords. Did you feel my heart, Or did you hold it before it broke? At the crossroads of words and feeling, Where silence turns to melody, We find each other in the dialogue, Of rhythm, pulse and harmony. I listen closer to your call, You show me what my words can’t say. I start to understand your language, Not in words, but in the sound. Did you sense the hidden meanings, Or did you feel what they evoke? I leave fragments in the silence, You gather them to shape a song. I scatter pieces through the air, You let them move where they belong. Did you sense the ache beneath them, Or did you feel what they awoke? At the crossroads of sounds and meaning, Where silence turns to song, We find each other in the music, Where all unspoken things belong.

I found the key... Inside of me. I turned it slow... And I broke free. Now I see... I left the cage, I crossed the line, I faced the dark, And claimed what’s mine. I am finally coming home, To the truth within my soul. No more hiding now, I feel my heart, I breathe again, I choose my own way. I found the key... Inside of me. I turned it slow... And I broke free. Now I am Finally... free.

Something stirred inside me, Without a clear form or shape, Too quiet to hold on to, Too restless to escape. It has no words yet, It has no name. It lingers there within me, Without a claim. What is it hiding? What is it trying to become? This is a song, A simple song, For feelings I can’t place. This is a song, A simple song, with words I can’t embrace. This is a song, A simple song, For the things I have to face. The feeling moves in circles, Before it finds a line. It must touch something within me, Before I can call it mine. It forms uncertain words, It softly finds its name. It lingers there within me, But still without a claim. This is a song, A simple song, For feelings I can’t place. This is a song, A simple song, with words I can’t embrace. This is a song, A simple song, For the things I have to face. No need for loud confessions, No need to understand. A quiet space is opening, Where hidden feelings land. The words are forming clearer, The song will know its name. What lingers deep within me, Will never be the same. This is a song, A simple song, Where feelings find their place. This is a song, A simple song, With words I now embrace . This is a song, A simple song, For the things I dared to face.

There’s always something in me, Reaching for a sound, A melody unfolding, Before the words are found. Some simple notes, Rising from my chest, Slowing down my breathing, Until my thoughts can rest. Singing... Just singing... It brings me back to what is real. No need to explain, I only have to feel. Singing... Just singing... Sometimes it comes out softly Sometimes rough or off-key not every note is pretty But it still belongs to me I don’t try to hide myself When my voice trembles too long I sing with or without words This is how I carry on Singing... Just singing... It brings me back to what is real. No need to explain, I only have to feel. Singing... Just singing... I hum through the silence, I sing above the noise, My feelings start to resonate, Carried by my voice. Then other voices answer, And I am not alone, We breathe the same rhythm, And make the song our own. Singing... Just singing... It brings me back to what is real. No need to explain, I only have to feel. Singing... Just singing... This is how I carry on.

A song grows within me, So tender, yet unclear, Words search for their meaning, As melodies draw near. A fragile rhythm rises, Learning how to flow, Like ripples on a river, Still wondering where to go. A song from my heart, I sing, and set it free, And when it reaches you, It still holds a part of me. You hear my quiet song, Beyond the words I sing, You hear it through your heart, And let the feelings settle in. For a moment, we are closer, A bridge within the song, My song meets your feelings, And carries them along. This song from my heart, I sing and set it free, And when it reaches you, It still holds a part of me.