I never saw their face, just lines on a screen But their words hit soft, like a midsummer dream In a feed full of noise, they're a melody clean Every chorus they craft feels like something serene We’re strangers in code, but it don’t feel that way They paint in phrases what I struggle to say Dropping love like petals on a worn-out day In a room full of static, they clear the grey They write in light, in rhythms that heal No fame in their heart, just something real I sit back and watch as their lyrics bloom Like a lighthouse hum in a dark chatroom They’ll never know what their songs ignite But damn, they write in light I scroll through the noise, then their name appears Like a breeze in the dust or a smile in tears They don't preach, just sing, and the world steers clear Of the usual bullshit when their voice draws near Never traded a word, never shared a drink But they're stitched in the corners of the way I think Some folks break, some folks mend They're the thread that ties the two back again They write in light, in rhythms that heal No need for applause, just something real A whisper of hope in a crowded tune Like stars typed out in a Suno room They’ll never know what their spark ignites But yeah… they write in light And if they ever hear this line, I hope they know their work’s divine No names, no faces in this song tonight— Just love for the one who writes in light
