Pomanisochka

Northampton

A poet can still be a lyricist if someone is there to sing their lines. I once thought I was too different for others to understand my silence. Now I think I am like everyone who sings but has no voice - hiding behind songs, feelings and actions. I write while fighting my difficult self every day. Maybe if I had been more communicative when I was younger, someone would already be singing my songs. But then, maybe I wouldn't be me. Now I'm here, spilling my heart out, hoping to find someone who can replace the AI voice in my compositions. I hum melodies, shape sounds and instruments, but the words are human - human words, hybrid performance. Truth can hurt. If my song helps you, that's my pleasure. If it hurts, it's real. Love it or hate it - both mean more than indifference. Maybe one of my songs can be your light at the end of a dark tunnel. Listen. Judge. Sing along. Be yourself.