The Untuned String - Etta Sorrell (Official Audio)

an amber evening, one loose string, and everything left unsaid 🌇 Warm tropical-house with plucked synths, soft mallets and a rolling bass at 114 bpm, made for a quiet amber evening with something unsaid. Listen to the full catalog:    / @ettasorrell   for the loose string... you sit with an old acoustic guitar you haven't touched since the parting, and the evening goes amber around you. your fingers hesitate over a peg that won't hold tension, and you can't tell if you're tuning or asking. fixing something small feels like repairing a whole conversation nobody started. the brass is cool against your fingertips, and the words are still sitting on your lips. you both know the quiet waiting by the door, and neither of you has moved it yet. are we going to turn the pin around, or leave it resting in the silent sound? for anyone with an old guitar untouched since a quiet parting, unsure whether to pick it up. if you like melodic pop and warm tropical-house, this gentle pulse will sit right beside them. warm plucked synths and soft mallets keep the evening glowing while the vocal stays close and unhurried. a steady 114 bpm roll works for slow tidying at the end of the day, with the light going low. the shadows stretch across the wooden chair and you look away before a single word is said. it feels like holding every single thing, and choosing to let it rest or let it ring. do you ever leave the silence sitting on your name a little too long? this is for the pause where a thumb rests on the wire and nobody is ready to turn it. Lyrics The untuned string rests in the quiet air While shadows stretch across the wooden chair You touch the metal peg and look away Before a single word is left to say The amber sun is fading on the floor We left the quiet waiting by the door You rest a thumb upon the rusted wire As if a sudden turn could start a fire The brass is cool against your fingertips Before the tension trembles on our lips Weighing the weight of a broken tune Beneath the shadow of an early moon Leave the untuned string alone tonight While the shadows stretch across the light It holds the tension of a quiet choice Without the tremble of a spoken voice Just let it rest or let it ring We are holding onto every single thing Your sleeves are folded to the steady wrist We trace the hollows of the life we missed The room is quiet as the daylight dies With questions hanging heavy in our eyes The brass is cool against your fingertips Before the tension trembles on our lips Weighing the weight of a broken tune Beneath the shadow of an early moon Leave the untuned string alone tonight While the shadows stretch across the light It holds the tension of a quiet choice Without the tremble of a spoken voice Just let it rest or let it ring We are holding onto every single thing The evening cools across the window frame We keep the silence sitting on our name Are we going to turn the pin around Or leave it resting in the silent sound? Leave the untuned string alone tonight While the shadows stretch across the light It holds the tension of a quiet choice Without the tremble of a spoken voice Just let it rest or let it ring We are holding onto every single thing The untuned string Still resting in your palm Etta Sorrell is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #melodicpop #eveninglistening