Waves for Lassie - The Seeker

Album description

Waves for Lassie – The Seeker is a journey through hidden landscapes — a soundscape of curiosity, solitude, and quiet transformation.
Each piece feels like a step deeper into the unknown: from the weightless dive into open air to the golden shimmer of distant mountains.

The album drifts between discovery and longing — tracing the outlines of unseen worlds, of places that breathe beneath memory.
It’s music for seekers, for wanderers between light and shadow — for those who listen not just to sound, but to silence becoming sound.

The instrumentation ranges from electric bass, voice, keyboard, and drums to self-made instruments and electric guitar – all performed and recorded by RO, who also did the mixing and cover art.

The album can be purchased as a digital release and downloaded via the Buy button, which redirects you to RO’s Bandcamp page.

“The Seeker”

There’s no path at the beginning, only sky.
You leap, and Diving the air becomes a kind of prayer — a slow-motion fall through invisible waters. Every breath expands into wind. You are weightless, nameless, drifting toward the pulse of something ancient.

From the horizon, movement.
The hunter awakens — not a creature, but an instinct, a rhythm that follows your heartbeat. It circles, silent and patient, until you understand: you are both the seeker and the sought.

Far ahead, sunlight spills over peaks of molten gold.
Mountains of gold. They rise like sleeping gods, their edges humming with heat and wonder. You climb through shimmering air, chasing reflections that disappear when you reach them.

Then — quiet.
A soft descent into shadow.
In the valley below, mist curls like breath.
Hidden valley. Time slows here. Stones whisper. Every leaf seems to remember your name.

From beneath the moss, a flicker — a sound, a shape that shouldn’t exist.
New species. It moves in rhythm with your thoughts, fluid and impossible, a reminder that discovery is never only about the world — but about the one who sees it.

When the journey folds in on itself, you hear it again — that distant calling from Home.
Lassie goes home.
You follow it through the fog, through echoes of light and memory.
The seeker becomes still. The horizon closes like an eyelid.

And for a moment, there is only breath.
Only the sound of returning.