Where Shadows Find Their Voice

In the cold blue glow of the stage lights,

a figure rises from the darkness—half shadow, half fire.

The voice cuts through the haze like a whispered blade,

every tone carrying the weight of a long and sleepless night.

Eyes burn like storm clouds before they break,

hair falling like a veil of frozen light.

The world around him is silent,

yet every breath awakens a universe of sound and chaos.

He does not simply sing—he conjures.

With every movement, sparks break from the shadows,

turning music into ritual and the stage into a realm

where nightmares become beautiful

and the night holds its breath.

picture by NOLA