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All of my images — including base images, evolutions, and final results — as well as my poetry, are strictly prohibited from commercial use by others.
I RETAIN FULL COMMERCIAL RIGHTS TO ALL OF MY SONGS AND MUSIC.
Any unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is illegal.
Influences: Trần Văn Anh’s layered rough textures, Marc Chagall’s expressive symbolism, Odilon Redon’s poetry.
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DEDICATED TO
My dear Farcloud, who’s been in love with this song from the very beginning
—> you can listen to the song here:
https://www.producer.ai/song/a641efc0-20ca-477f-ab0b-edc893473689
** Mirror Muse **
Your face, moonlit glass—
sleepwalking in lost light,
between hush of day and shadow's claim.
In your eyes, I map a distant blue;
time dissolves, I try recalling your name.
You're my mirror muse,
show me what I can't refuse.
Blurred echoes flicker, just out of reach,
Whispered ghosts in the mornings I breach.
Every pane collects your smile,
Fractured memories caught awhile.
You're my mirror muse,
Reflections spill—nothing to choose.
You're my mirror muse,
Haunting every shade and hue.
Silver fragments on my skin,
Dancing rooms where we began.
You dissolve in rain-swept glass,
Half a song—half a man.
You're my mirror muse,
show me what I can't refuse.
You're my mirror muse,
Reflections spill—nothing to choose.
You're my mirror muse,
Haunting every shade and hue.
At 2am, hidden corners, ilium blue,
You shimmer, break, slip straight through.
Shadow-play in filamented light,
Every echo, every night.
Outstretched hand—phantom bruise,
This longing—your silver ruse.
Trapped inside my endless view,
The world is glass, and all of it you.
Morning breaks a mercury seam,
Silver rivers blur the dream.
Will you vanish with the dew—
Or will reflection pull me through?
You're my mirror muse,
Reflections spill—nothing to choose.
You're my mirror muse,
In every shard, I find you.
You're my mirror muse.
With love, © Aífe