Heaven

Some questions are asked not for an answer, but to make the voice tremble. That's how it is in this track - almost a whisper, almost a request, almost a confession. It doesn’t shout “I love you,” because loud words sometimes only scare. But every “would you feel better” sounds more honest than any “forever”.

Slow beat, a little air, a little heat. Everything happens between the lines - where the fingers touch, where the gaze lingers longer than usual. This is not about falling in love, this is about a fragile “what if” that you don’t want to scare away.

Music is like a touch. Or vice versa - touch is like music.