I don’t dream about being the loudest person in the room. My goal is softer, but just as strong. I want to create music that feels like a safe place for someone. One day, I hope to compose my own pieces and play them in different cities around the world — in small cozy halls, quiet cafés, or open spaces under warm evening lights. I don’t need huge stages. I just want people to truly listen. If one of my melodies can comfort someone on a lonely night or give them courage to take their own first step, that would mean everything to me. I also want to become braver. With every trip, every new street, every unfamiliar sound, I feel myself growing. My goal is to trust myself more — not only to speak through music, but through my own voice.

My name is Amelia. Sometimes it feels like I was born with a sound inside me — a quiet melody that follows me everywhere. I love music as if it were my second language. I play the piano, the guitar, and a little bit of the violin. When my fingers touch the keys or the strings, I stop feeling shy. Music speaks for me — gently, honestly, without unnecessary words. In real life, I’m quite reserved. I find it easier to observe than to be the center of attention. I love sitting by the window in a new city, listening to street musicians and creating my own stories to their melodies. For me, traveling isn’t just about countries and photos. It’s about new sounds, new accents, new rhythms. Sometimes I’m afraid to take the first step. But every time I open a map and buy a ticket into the unknown, I feel myself becoming braver. Maybe that’s why I love the road so much — there’s always a chance to hear a new song… and to write my own.

Music is my biggest passion, but it’s not the only thing that fills my days. I love losing myself in small creative rituals. When I’m not playing piano or guitar, I enjoy writing little pieces in my journal — thoughts, dreams, fragments of melodies that suddenly appear in my head. Sometimes they turn into songs, sometimes they stay as quiet secrets. I adore walking alone in new cities with my headphones on, listening to instrumental music and imagining I’m inside a film. I pay attention to details — the sound of footsteps, the rhythm of rain, the way voices blend in a crowd. Observing people is one of my favorite hobbies. It inspires me more than anything. I also love reading books about art, emotions, and different cultures. They make me feel connected to the world in a deeper way. And on quiet evenings, I light a candle, make tea, and practice a new melody until it finally feels right.

More than anything, I love that quiet moment when the world slows down and I can truly feel something. I love sitting at the piano late at night, when everyone else is asleep, and letting my fingers move without thinking. In those moments, I’m not shy. I’m not afraid. I’m just honest. I love the feeling of departure — holding a билет in my hand, knowing I’m about to see a new place, hear new voices, discover new sounds. That mix of fear and excitement makes me feel alive. I love soft light through a window, the sound of rain against the glass, street musicians playing somewhere far away. I love meaningful conversations that last longer than planned. I love when someone listens carefully — not just to my words, but to my silence.