There is a sound that exists before all meaning - a quiet tap, a rustle, a scattered rhythm born where rain meets the roof and footsteps meet the pavement. This track is born from that primal music of everyday life: from the ability to hear melody where others hear only background noise, turning random touches into a meaningful conversation. The first sounds appear light and crumbling, as if drops begin to tap out their pattern one by one, gradually finding one another within a shared rhythm

There is a sound that exists before all meaning - a quiet tap, a rustle, a scattered rhythm born where rain meets the roof and footsteps meet the pavement. This track is born from that primal music of everyday life: from the ability to hear melody where others hear only background noise, turning random touches into a meaningful conversation. The first sounds appear light and crumbling, as if drops begin to tap out their pattern one by one, gradually finding one another within a shared rhythm