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#PianoBallad #EmotionalPiano #Vulnerable #Introspective #CinematicPiano #Heartfelt #HealingMusic For Anna Bella. You flicker like dawn through shuttered blinds, Whispers of wings you once tried to find. The world arrives in echoes and rain, Painting your edges without a name. You gather shadows, hold them like dew, Afraid the light might see straight through. Yet every hush carries your name— A small, bright question without blame. No map is needed in this tender night, No perfect path, no end in sight. My love, you don’t have to know the sky, Don’t chase the comet racing by. Shapes dissolve, then softly reform, Colors bleed where the quiet is born. Listen, sweet spark, the truth is clear: You’re already blooming, already here. Some days you wear the wind’s borrowed cloak, Feet on paths where the wild oaks spoke. The glass of memory bends and sways, Reflecting fragments in a thousand ways. You cradle storms but never let go, As if thunder were something to know. Yet every wave finds its quiet shore, Every hidden piece asks for more. Time is a river, gentle and wide, Carry what you will, stay by my side. My love, you don’t have to outrun the dark, Don’t mend what was never torn apart. Let the hues wander, let the questions bloom, Each soft unraveling makes more room. And hush now, love, feel the glow begin: A steady flame lives deep within. When the clamor rises and swallows the air, When belonging feels like a distant prayer, Come rest in the hush where no words are required, No shape to fit, no fire to be wired. You’re held in the silence, held in the asking, Loved in the drift, loved in the basking. My love, you don’t have to claim the crown, Don’t reach for stars already down. Let seasons turn in their patient art, Let your wild heart learn its own heart. And when the long shadows stretch too far, Remember this whisper from where we are: Wild and small and forever new, Darling, the truest light is already you. Already you, Already whole, Already light, Already home.