Talent
Love
It’s memory. It’s sweat on a stage, fingers sore from practice, late nights chasing a feeling you can’t explain. Music is how we learned to speak,
I come from a time when songs were letters from the heart. When melodies carried love, pain, hope, and truth.
It’s memory. It’s sweat on a stage, fingers sore from practice, late nights chasing a feeling you can’t explain. Music is how we learned to speak,
I come from a time when songs were letters from the heart. When melodies carried love, pain, hope, and truth.