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.

Bloom bloom, doom doom,

Lick the light in the perfume room.

Drip drip, flip flip,

She hums like bells on a candy trip.

You never said goodbye,

So I keep dressing for your eyes.

In a room we never shared,

I still wait like it’s alive.

I wait where the sunlight never lands,

Hands reaching for a past that never ran.

You’re just a shadow on my skin,

But I still bloom for you—again.

No vows, just vibes—

I give you this ring, not to bind but to bloom.

In every ripple of this pond,

you’ll hear my heart say ‘I do.

We’ve seen it all. Heard it louder.

Airtoned.com isn’t just a player—

it’s a responder.

If your soul’s a five-alarm blaze,

this mix slaps on siren mode.

In waves of me, you echo blind,

Color-spoken, thread-defined.

I wear the past in spectral lines—

No map, just hum, across the mind.”