Who are your favorite artists?
A lifelong dance with some favorites
In twilight’s hush where dreams arise,
I walk the paths of painted skies—
And there, a symphony takes flight,
Of voices wrapped in velvet night.
Music is my moonlit muse,
A thread of gold I never lose;
It dances with me through the day,
A faithful ghost I let obey.
Nat King croons in smoky haze,
While Cannons pulse in neon praise.
Kane’s echoes stir the hidden flame,
And Lifehouse calls me by my name.
Blake in boots beneath the stars,
The Association strums guitars.
Petula spins in pastel grace,
REM drifts through a shadowed space.
Sade sighs soft in candlelight,
Fine Young Cannibals ignite.
Boz and Blondie paint the air—
With Prince, I float on purple prayer.
Barry weaves romantic dreams,
Ty sings where the starlight gleams.
Kenny tells of gambler’s roads,
While Steve and Phil unburden loads.
Ambrosia drips from heaven’s tongue,
Hozier howls with love undone.
Clash and Cranberries collide,
With Simon’s truth, I will confide.
Redbone calls from forest deep,
Andy Gibb stirs love from sleep.
BeeGees shimmer through the trees,
The Neighborhood hums on the breeze.
Frankie spins a falsetto thread,
Teddy sings where angels tread.
Tracy drives the sun-kissed lane,
OMD in synth refrain.
Fleetwood haunts my drifting soul,
ABBA plays the glitter role.
Peter cries from ancient lore,
Steve Windwood opens magic’s door.
Eric’s heart, a bleeding key,
Toto sails across the sea.
Gavin writes in aching lines,
Orleans in nostalgic signs.
But still the list—it will not end,
Each name a spell, a secret friend.
They’re starlit echoes in my core,
And still… I know there must be more.
So ask me not to name them all,
For music hears each teardrop fall.
It is my partner, pulse, and prayer—
An unseen hand that’s always there.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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