Tracing the Ring - Nell Sumner (Official Audio)

a clear morning, an empty chair, and a ring still drying on the oak 🌦️ A warm 112 BPM tropical house track with plucked synths and soft mallets, built for the still hour after someone has already left. Listen to the full catalog:    / @nellsumnermusic   you know this ring if... you're at the kitchen table tracing the wet circle a glass left behind long after they're gone. quiet settles in once the storm's passed and the room's gone too clean. their jacket's still on the hook, they never looked back before they left. is it over or resting, are we letting it fade? sitting alone at the table while sunlight cuts across the floor and the room stays quiet. the two of you not speaking about the heavy things, just letting the silence sit between you. you've waited like this too, unsure if they want you to go or stay. do you ever sit somewhere and just trace the same small shape over and over, not thinking, just waiting? tidying the kitchen after they've gone, except for the one mark on the oak you can't quite wipe away. an empty chair pulled back just a couple of inches, like they might still come sit back down. the storm outside has cleared but somehow the room still feels like they never left. a dewy, prominent soprano vocal riding warm plucked synths and a round, rolling bass. warm plucked synths and soft mallets pull tropical house close to chill pop and downtempo grooves. the small, clean bite of morning air after a storm, when everything looks tidy but nothing feels settled. put this on for the quiet that follows someone walking out without a word. a faint little line where the glass lingered on, the only proof that any of it happened. Lyrics Tracing the ring where the glass used to sit Quietly wondering how we get past it Water is beading right into the grain While the window forgets about beating with rain Empty chair pulled back a couple of inches Silence is small but it tightens and pinches You left your jacket right there on the hook Without turning round for a final look Is it over or resting, are we letting it fade? Look at the quiet the afternoon made Just trace the circle with a fingernail slow Waiting to see if you want me to go Tracing the ring where the cold glass dried While the empty room keeps the score inside The storm's rolled away and the morning is clear Why does it feel like you're still sitting here? Sunlight is cutting right across the floor Hitting the brass on the hallway door The chill in the air has a clean little bite Everything's tidy in morning light Except for the circle left down on the oak And the heavy things that we never spoke Is it over or resting, are we letting it fade? Look at the quiet the afternoon made Just trace the circle with a fingernail slow Waiting to see if you want me to go Tracing the ring where the cold glass dried While the empty room keeps the score inside The storm's rolled away and the morning is clear Why does it feel like you're still sitting here? Then the drop runs dry and the moisture's gone Just a faint little line where the glass lingered on And the empty room holds a gentle gleam Like the tail end of a morning dream Tracing the ring where the cold glass dried While the empty room keeps the score inside The storm's rolled away and the morning is clear Why does it feel like you're still sitting here? Just an empty ring Nell Sumner is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #quietmorning #stillroom