There’s a moment when music reaches me before I even recognize the song. I feel the rhythm first, as though something inside me understands what I’m hearing before my mind has caught up.
Cosmic Frequency reminds me of that feeling. Deep pinks glow beneath electric greens, while ribbons of black, white, and violet curl through flashes of blue and gold. The colors cross and separate, creating little patterns that almost seem to have a rhythm of their own.
As I turn it, one movement disappears behind another, only to reappear somewhere unexpected. Nothing is actually moving, yet I can almost feel a pulse continuing through the layers.
It’s strange how something so small and completely silent can make me feel like I’m listening.
