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When silence outweighs music
I never thought that silence could make so much noise.
At first, when the shows started to space out, and the schedule emptied out a bit, I thought I would finally have time for myself. Time to sleep without an alarm clock, to get lost on an aimless road, to do simple things like cooking for the family, or writing without pressure. I thought this forced rest would be like a gift in disguise.
But the days became long. And then heavy. And now, some seem empty.
I struggle to write songs. Not because I don't try, but because I feel I've already said it all. I've already sung about love, heartbreak, the road, home, loss and reunions. Now I feel as if all my melodies have gone to sleep and I don't know how to wake them up.
I'm surrounded by the same landscape, the same beloved faces, but even they seem to move slower. As if everything has been put on pause without warning.
And don't get me wrong, I haven't lost my gratitude. I know I'm still lucky. That there are people who still listen to my songs, who are still moved by some lyrics I wrote years ago. But something inside me is looking for a new fire. A spark. A reason to feel again that music comes to me effortlessly, as it used to.
Sometimes I wonder if this bump is just that, a bump. Or if it's the beginning of another stage that I still don't know how to name.
I'm not writing this to be encouraged. I'm writing this because sometimes we need to say things out loud to understand them better. Because, maybe, someone reading this, is feeling this way too, stuck, shut down, confused. Just know that you aren't alone.
I know I'll be back. Someday, in some way. Maybe singing to the silence, to the fear, or to this strange void left by the lack of inspiration.
Because even emptiness has its song. You just have to find the rhythm.
Thank
you for still being here.
See you in the road.
Posted 6/29/2025, 9:00 PM