Evening folds the sky in flame,

Your name returns, but not the same.

Where silence drips, I stand and choose,

To hold the light or lose what’s true.

Twist the moon, blink the sun,

Paper hearts come all undone.

Hide and seek in velvet tones,

Dancing shadows claim their thrones.

Just raw frequency, summoned with a trembling hand.

Airtoned.com isn’t played. It plays you.

This isn’t music. It’s emotional alchemy.

Pitch bends with panic.

Beats follow heartbreak.