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Pencil-Thin Skin
Lora Kin
Verified Artist
Lora Kin
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Toronto, Lora Kin is an energetic pop artist known for her confident and seductive vocal delivery. Drawing inspiration from the pulsating nightlife around her, she began crafting her signature sound during late-night writing sessions that often lasted until dawn. This eclectic backdrop informs her music, blending modern pop disco elements with catchy basslines, funky guitar riffs, and glittery production that exudes nightclub energy. Lora's catalog reflects a thematic consistency of empowerment and self-acceptance, beautifully showcased in tracks like "Pencil-Thin Skin," where she transforms vulnerability into strength.
Lora's artistry thrives on a playful yet assertive approach to songwriting. Her lyrics resonate with listeners who have faced challenges in relationships, capturing the essence of resilience and growth. The motifs of self-discovery and empowerment shine through her work, inviting audiences to join her on a journey of personal evolution. As she explores these themes with a groovy four-on-the-floor beat, Lora delivers anthems that are stylish and glamorous, marrying infectious melodies with uplifting messages.
With a growing catalog that includes tracks carefully designed to uplift and inspire, Lora Kin is carving out a distinct space in the pop landscape. Each song reflects both her struggles and triumphs, painting a vivid picture of a woman unafraid to embrace her identity. As she continues to solidify her presence within the industry, Lora's music promises to keep listeners engaged, dancing, and empowered—perfect for those nights when confidence reigns supreme.
Pencil-Thin Skin
Lora Kin
Wasn't long ago I tried to change for ya
But my spirit wouldn't bend
So I clipped your wings and your balloon burst
And now you're back again
You came like a lamb and left like a lion
Couldn't stick to the deal
But my pencil-thin skin has thickened since then
I don't care how you feel
You called my bluff and left me stranded
Like a lighthouse with no light
So I sent up a flare
And I was saved
Now I don't care if you care
You came like a lamb and left like a lion
Couldn't stick to the deal
But my pencil-thin skin has thickened since then
I don't care how you feel
Now I don't care if you care
You came like a lamb and left like a lion
Couldn't stick to the deal
But my pencil-thin skin has thickened since then
I don't care how you feel
CREDITS
Performer: Lora Kin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
My Happy Song
Lyra Luxx
(do not be afraid this is not fm)
You used to call me late night
Hope I ain't just your late night
When can I see you again?
So sorry I'm not a pain
Um (but)
I been workin' nine to five (ask me baby)
Smokin' bomb on my free time (light it baby)
Keep that love on my mind (kiss me baby)
Keep that love (K-I-S-S kiss me)
Makin' music all the time (mister radio play it play it)
Hit a milli and I'll cry (ooh my audience so loud)
Growin' up with the mic (fallin' steady fall watch it)
I can stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me (uh)
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
Uh
Seventeen
I'm on a stage singin'
Haze off the coast
Eighteen in the city
Still hidin'
From the snow
Jumpin' down 85
When I'm driving home
Levitate for no reason
Cus' they changed the seasons
Makin' music all the time (oh)
Keep a milli on my mind (oh)
Growin' up with the mic (oh yes hunny)
I could stay low
But when my song comes on
That's when I get so confident
Ooh
I put my own words in my mouth
And yes
I'm saying it out loud
That when my song comes on
I make my mama proud of me
Growin' up loving me
Hold up
Wait
Watch it
Look
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Paper Moons
Dora Corr
Verified Artist
Dora Corr
Dora Corr is an EDM vocalist and songwriter born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Before her debut single, she worked at a small, weathered music shop tucked away in Rathmines — a place where synths came in half-broken and left humming again, usually thanks to her.
By day, she tuned old keyboards and restocked trance CDs. By night, she recorded vocal sketches on her cracked laptop, blending soft-spoken Irish melancholy with pulsing beats she never planned to share.
That changed in early 2025, when renowned electronic producer Mark Martian visited Dublin for a creative summit. While killing time between panels, he wandered into Dora’s shop — and found her quietly looping vocal takes in the back room.
Struck by the raw emotion and unusual cadence of her sound, Mark simply asked, “Have you ever thought about making something bigger?” She shrugged. “Not really. But I’d like to.” Energized, Mark immediately called Hakan E., the creative force behind Filodyo.
“I just found someone. We need to get into a studio, fast,” he said. Intrigued, Hakan asked to hear her demos. Mark sent over a few scratch recordings that same night.
Within days, Dora was in a temporary studio above the River Liffey, recording "Paper Moon" — a haunting, minimalist debut that floats somewhere between whispered confession and late-night dance floor, co-produced by Mark Martian for a new Filodyo project.
Dora Corr isn’t chasing pop formulas or peak-hour builds. She’s carving a lane where fragility can still make you move — and where “na na na na” says more than a chorus ever could.
Paper Moons
Dora Corr
You left your coat I kept the thread
It hums like static in my head
I folded time in a paper cup
Sipped your voice till the world shut up
You never said stay but you looked like wait
And I built an echo from that mistake
I don’t call it love — it’s too well-behaved
This is something the maps misplace
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You hum in keys no piano dares
I lose my name climbing up your stairs
Your silence flickers it writes in loops
Still I read it like sacred proof
I won’t label this — it won’t stay still
It moves like weather talks in quills
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You said “don’t read me I’m not that deep”
But I saw planets in your sleep
I don’t need stars I don’t need maps
Just that hum between the gaps
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
I let you vanish but not the hum
Some chords don’t end — they just become
CREDITS
Performer: Dora Corr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Turn the Key
Bytefade
Turn the Key
Bytefade
I walked through doors that had no name
Silent signs but I came anyway
Felt the pull the unseen thread
It led me here instead
I don't ask I don’t wait
I twist the lock I shift the weight
Turn the key feel the spark
No more hiding in the dark
Twist the moment let it breathe
Take what’s yours don’t ask to leave
Yeah—
No maps still I navigate
Cold hands but I calibrate
Built from bits they left behind
Now I move like I bend time
No crown still I walk like king
No stage but I make it ring
Fast life but I shift the pace
Don’t need gold to win this race
Ooooh turn the key…
Let it be…
Ooooh turn the key…
Turn the key feel the spark
(No more hiding)
Twist the moment light the mark
(Give it meaning)
Hands on fire never flee
You are now the lock and key
It’s not about finding a door
It’s about knowing you are one
CREDITS
Performer: Bytefade
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Open Circuit
Mira Cade
Open Circuit
Mira Cade
I kept each feeling under glass
A private rule from years gone past
You saw the lock you did not push
You gave me room to choose enough
Now every reason feels too old
I want a life I do not hold
One honest move one steady start
A simple route from heart to heart
Open circuit let it run
No more hiding what we want
Every signal coming clear
I choose trust I choose you here
Open circuit no disguise
Read the answer from my eyes
We can let connection start
One direct route heart to heart
You kept your plans behind a grin
Afraid that I would not step near
But caution only served the past
We have a chance to make this last
Now every reason feels too old
We want a life we do not hold
One honest move one steady start
A simple route from heart to heart
Open circuit let it run
No more hiding what we want
Every signal coming clear
I choose trust I choose you here
Open circuit no disguise
Read the answer from my eyes
We can let connection start
One direct route heart to heart
No locked reply no coded test
We say the need and give our best
If fear returns we name it fast
Then choose what matters choose what lasts
Open circuit let it run
No more hiding what we want
Every signal coming clear
I choose trust I choose you here
Open circuit no disguise
Read the answer from my eyes
We can let connection start
One direct route heart to heart
CREDITS
Performer: Mira Cade
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Ashes Know My Name
Elias Crowe
Verified Artist
Elias Crowe
Elias Crowe is an American singer-songwriter whose music lives somewhere between Latin blues, desert rock and roots Americana. Raised among the wide landscapes of the American Southwest, he developed a quiet fascination with stories of ordinary people, forgotten highways and the invisible weight carried through everyday life. Rather than chasing trends, Crowe built his sound around expressive guitar work, restrained vocals and songs that value silence as much as melody.
His recordings are known for their cinematic atmosphere, blending warm acoustic textures, soulful electric guitar and subtle Latin rhythms into music that feels timeless rather than nostalgic. Crowe rarely writes in absolutes. His lyrics explore redemption, memory, resilience and the fragile space between hope and regret, often using simple images to reveal deeper emotional truths. Listeners are drawn to the honesty of his performances, where every note feels lived rather than performed.
Although his style echoes the spirit of classic American roots music, Elias Crowe continues to shape a voice that is unmistakably his own. Whether performing intimate ballads or slow-burning rock songs, he favors authenticity over spectacle, allowing emotion, craftsmanship and atmosphere to lead every performance. His work has earned a loyal audience that values music not for its volume, but for its ability to linger long after the final chord has faded.
Ashes Know My Name
Elias Crowe
Slow down…
Don’t wake the fire
It already knows
Who I am
Dust hangs low where the old road bends
Every scar still remembers friends
I don’t ask if tomorrow stays
I just count the smoke instead of days
One cold wind
One tired hand
Trying to build
What never stands
Every prayer arrives
Wearing different clothes
Maybe heaven answers
Maybe nobody knows
Hold your flame
Don’t hide your face
Even broken walls
Can become a place
If the night
Calls out my name
I’ll answer slow
Just the same
Hold your flame…
Don’t let it fade
My father’s coat still smells like rain
Every pocket keeps a different pain
Coins grow heavy
Truth grows light
Some men disappear
Before the fight
I don’t need another miracle
Only one more mile to walk
The silence speaks
Louder than angels
When nobody talks
Hold your flame
Across the storm
Nothing living
Stays untouched or warm
If I fall
Don’t call my name
Just leave the fire…
Exactly where it came
The ashes know my name…
The ashes know…
My name…
CREDITS
Performer: Elias Crowe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Verified Artist
LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”
LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.
Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.
LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.
LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
What’s It Made Of?
LYA
Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird
I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?
A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)
What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice
My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)
Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”
What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?
Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)
CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
Verified Artist
James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.
It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”
By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.
Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”
But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand
And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been
I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design
And I move…
I move with the rhythm
CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Verified Artist
Kai Spectrum
Kai Spectrum is a wizard of the turntables, a maestro of the mixing decks, hailing straight from the vibrant music scene of Almanya. He's not your ordinary DJ, in fact, he may be the only one in history who'd dare to use 'various' and 'vocals' in the same sentence with nothing but charm. Often found nestled in his Almanya studio, Spectrum spends his days (and let's be honest, most of his nights) crafting pulsating beats solely for the ears of his loyal listeners on the enigmatic platform, filodyo.
One of Spectrum's most notable conquests in the music sphere is "With Whom I'm Meeting". A brainchild of Spectrum's unconventional brilliance, this track shows off his knack for layering unexpected vocals over his signature groovy beats. But much like the man himself, this song proves that there's more than meets the eye - or in this case, the ear. For those who listen closely, "With Whom I'm Meeting" whispers a tale of Spectrum's uncanny ability to blur the lines between the sonic and the narrative, making the audience question, just who are they meeting? Rest assured, dear reader, the answer will always be - the music, their own imagination, and the whimsical humor of Kai Spectrum.
With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Sweat in patches drenching my hoodie
No seduction
Clear as it should be
Although too tired to exercise even
I can walk to the alley or even the other precinct
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
My third lollipop
A fabled bloodsucker
They make fun of me
But it's my true character
Jingle bells outside
Kids in the dark
Can't help but think of home and how it fell apart
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
Nothing's subtle
They've exposed the situation
Here's a summary of the monetization
Buy their cheap toys
Last year's commemorations
And throw it away to save another generation
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
CREDITS
Performer: Kai Spectrum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Waves of Laughter
Common Holiday
Verified Artist
Common Holiday
Common Holiday is an independent music project crafted by Berlin-based artist Sam Turner, whose vibrant soundscape blends folk, indie, pop, and rock into an energetic tapestry. With a passion for storytelling through music, Sam wields his acoustic guitar to create playful melodies that invite listeners to embrace the joy of life’s little moments. His catalog showcases a compelling blend of bright major keys and lively rhythms, encapsulated in tracks like "Waves of Laughter," where the warmth of analog tape meets playful instrumentation, from strummed guitars to the buoyant tones of trombone and violin.
Growing up surrounded by diverse musical influences in the heart of Berlin, Sam found inspiration in the city’s rich cultural scene. He began writing songs as a means to express his experiences and emotions while fostering connections with others. The collaborative spirit of Berlin brought together like-minded musicians who shared his vision, leading to a creative partnership that would eventually shape Common Holiday. Together, they craft songs that resonate with an uplifting energy, encouraging listeners to dance away their worries and celebrate life’s joys.
"Waves of Laughter" perfectly embodies the essence of Common Holiday's ethos—spreading optimism and connection through music. The track's playful singalong quality draws audiences in, providing a sense of community and shared experience. As Sam continues to develop his artistic identity, expect more tracks that fuse heartfelt lyrics with high-energy production, inviting everyone to join in the uplifting journey he offers through his music.
Waves of Laughter
Common Holiday
Got my feet up sun on my face
Life is a ride let’s pick up the pace
With a strum of the guitar the world feels right
Let’s dance on the clouds from morning till night
LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!
Running through fields with laughter in tow
A violin sings as we steal the show
Time is a game we play it so bright
With every note played we’re taking flight
LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!
LAUGHING LOUD we chase the sun
Rolling on waves oh we’re gonna have fun!
With a trombone blast we’re breaking the rules
Together we shine just a couple of fools!
CREDITS
Performer: Common Holiday
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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