My Melody

The sounds convey a cold determination, as if the door is already closed, but behind it there is still the warm air of other people's memories. There are no cries or dramatic farewells here - just a dry “I'm leaving” and a slight hint of irony that a new melody is already playing somewhere further away, where someone is waiting.

The music moves like a night train: smoothly, but without stopping. Between the lines, there is a sense of fatigue from trying to fix everything and a quiet pride in having had the courage to stop being a “friend” and start being oneself. And this mood becomes strangely calm - like after the rain, when you finally realize that things will be different from now on, but definitely not worse.