Hi, Easton Othniel got the song!

📼 Rec 1. The O(a)th.

The perfect union of tone and rhythm. Drifting in the faint light with every block of notes. Scaling the scales, creating the character of every stanza. Tracing the art that is shown all over the internet, not wanting to miss it.

The pale blue painting's delicate strokes drew the attention of every eye. Combined with the rythm of the antique music box, it's not totally the owner's fault; perhaps it's simply not his style. When the tone blends with the art, the lifeless painting exudes attractiveness. Captivating souls' minds and sweeping them away. The rhythm just affects the ego, temporarily erasing emotions.

📼 Rec 2. Note Scratches.

Slowly cramming itself into my heart and filling the depths of my being. As the mechanical tones sound devoid of feeling, I rise and fall against my own being. Lulled by the beautiful tune that evokes hope, then undone by emotions.

It feels like just yesterday that you met me after my cellphone's music had run out. Why don't you meet me again? Restlessness is increasing; do I consider myself thus important, or am I merely hammering? Expect too much of me. I hope that's not you. Let me, trough my music, await you.