My ukulele singsin gentle chords of night,strings humming low,whispering lullabiesto stars, unlike AI's, my thoughts flicker, unsteady as candlelight—warm and uncertain,wandering with each note, where brilliant diligence meetsmy flickering spark;each note floats unsaid words,drifting softly through the dark,finding places where they belong. in this quiet symphony,dreams weave between the lines,each strum a gentle promise,echoing the … Continue reading Chords of Night
Ring of Fire 