I’ve painted worlds without a voice,

Let rhythm speak, let keys make noise.

My soul was stitched in every beat,

Each chord a place where heart and hands meet.

But silence now feels like a friend,

A place to pause, reflect, and mend.

The melodies will have to wait—

I need some space to recreate.

No crowds, no clicks, no late-night hum,

No rush to chase what won’t yet come.

Just time to breathe, to feel, to be,

To find what still remains in me.

I’m proud of every note I laid,

The loops, the drops, the tracks I made.

But even sound must sometimes rest—

Even silence can be its best.

So to the ones who felt my sound,

Who knew the pulse, who stuck around—

I’ll see you when the stars align.

Until then…

Goodbye for now, from mine to thine.