Passion

The pulse slows, breathing becomes uneven - as if someone had turned off the lights and left only the flickering candlelight on the walls. It's all about control you want to let go of, and passion that bursts out like molten metal through the cracks of a cold consciousness. The words whisper as if right into my ear: "Don't resist, just breathe." And the music truly breathes – deeply, moistly, with those very pauses where your heart catches itself no longer beating in rhythm, but submitting. There's a mature courage in that sound – not a youthful impulse, but a conscious willingness to burn if necessary. Not for drama, but to feel for just a moment that you're not living in vain.