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As I Am
The crystal garden is beautiful, until it shatters. While the imperfect living rose keeps on growing.
In a strange little shop, you can buy anything you wish. You only learn the real price when it's too late.
A song about the light that helps you find the way home. And about the person who makes walking through the storm not so frightening.
You keep waiting to be exposed. But no one comes — perhaps there was nothing to hide in the first place.
You can climb so high that no one remains beside you. A song about the price of altitude and the loneliness at the top.
An exam you cannot prepare for. In your pocket, where something useful should be — a frozen cherry, as everything around grows stranger.
Fear rises from the depths and follows you. But the faster you run from it, the closer it gets.
It feels like someone is watching you. But the longer you search for the source of fear, the clearer it becomes: you built this shadow yourself.
An elevator descends through floors of the past — back to where it all began. A journey to oneself and to accepting who you've become.
First, there is nothing. One note — and a meadow appears. The next brings birds, a city, trees. Music gradually creates an entire world.
The same strange dream and fear of failure — now in a jazz arrangement. A familiar story with a completely different mood.
Two people stay together, even when a storm rages around them. The same melody as Your Light — but with Russian lyrics.
Umbra Volatilis — "the flying shadow": the point where light meets darkness and music is born. Two worlds, each on its own path — melody goes its way, word goes its own, and the song emerges where they meet.
Umbra Volatilis is not the name of one person — it is an idea. The author and creative mind behind the project — Maxim Rogoza — builds the concept, themes and drama of the albums, while who exactly stands behind the voices, arrangements and details — let that remain part of the mystery.
At the heart of the project is a dream collection, «Dance with Shadow», by Maxim Rogoza: each dream, recorded and shaped into a literary text, became a separate story, and that story became a song. The melody is born as an instrumental piano piece, then grows into an orchestra, and only then do words and voice find their place.
Genre: cinematic orchestral pop. Instruments vary from track to track: piano, cello, flute, strings, electric guitar, brass.
Debut album «As I Am» was released on July 24, 2026.
Literary dream collection
Every song on the album grew from a real dream, recorded and shaped into a story. The dreams were collected over several years. Music is the way to complete them.
Two people climb an abandoned lighthouse in a storm. They need to light the flame. The staircase is broken. But they're not alone.
You're in a palace. You're about to be exposed. A cat sleeps on the throne — calmly, without shame. No one came for you.
A quiet courtyard. A stranger's gaze. A child has vanished. The road home is blocked. Who built this labyrinth?
A crystal garden — perfect, every flower polished. But in the corner grows a wild, living rose. The gardener tries to fix it.
A quiet shop. A faceless vendor. Anything you want is available. The price is nowhere to be found.
From the absolute darkness of the ocean, something vast reaches toward you. It carries a small lantern. It looks you in the eye.
A giant among small people. Ashamed of being big. Ashamed of taking up space. Until you realize: they reach for your hand themselves.
A classroom. No pen. No money. You're late. In your pocket, something frozen — a cherry. How did you end up here?
A luxury hotel. The elevator goes not up, but down. On every floor — something from the past. The lowest floor is the oldest.
Darkness without floor or walls. A flute in your hands. The first note — and something begins to grow in the void.
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