Send It On

The tenderness here is not in the words, but in how they stretch out - softly, as if through the morning mist. Everything breathes with that feeling when the connection between people needs no explanation: you just feel something warm passing through the air, almost invisible.

The music melts like wax from a candle, and in this molten rhythm there is something eternal - a request, a hope, a little longing. Love does not shout, does not demand, it simply ‘goes’ back, in a circle, to where it is awaited. And perhaps that is where all the magic lies - not in the answers, but in the very movement of feelings back and forth, like breath, like light, like life.