Custom Mixtapes

Not a song.
Not a shout.
Not a moment fading out.

A full devotion, pressed in sound,
A living myth that circles round.

Most music speaks in passing frames,
Of fleeting loves and borrowed names.
But rarely does the world declare:
This life alone has weight to bear.

A mixtape made for only one
Is how you crown a living sun.
Not after loss, not carved in stone —
But while the soul still walks its own.

Each track a mirror, clear and deep,
Each beat a vow the sound must keep.
A universe in rhythm spun,
Where who you are becomes the drum.

No trend.
No trick.
No hollow fame.
Just truth that learns its proper name.

Because some lives don’t fit one song —
They echo wide.
They pulse too strong.

And when the final track is through,
The world feels different hearing you.

Not louder.
Just undeniably true.