Christine Zayed

2025 unfolded through loss and movement, through grief and quiet acts of letting go. A cycle loosened its grip, carrying its share of trials. Some chapters closed so others could find their way open. Between stages, roads, and recordings, I was held by family, loved ones, friends; those who remained when things were fragile, through patience and love. The music shifted, and so did I. Grateful, altered, still becoming..