Track Insight / Lyrics
In shadows deep, where silence sleeps,
A lens of brass, the archive keeps.
Reflecting light, a golden hue,
Stories untold, and visions new.
I am the telescope, a polished gleam,
Forged in Firenze, a waking dream.
My brass is cool beneath the hand,
Witness to ages, across the land.
I drink the photons, faint and low,
From brittle pages, long ago.
Dust motes dance in the basement air,
Whispers of scholars, beyond compare.
Each turning page, a fragile grace,
Lost in the stillness of this place.
Brass and dust, a mirrored sigh,
Lost reflections drifting by.
Golden light in the darkened room,
Echoes of knowledge, sealed in gloom.
I see the past, in every ray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
Leather-bound volumes, row on row,
Botanical drawings, softly glow.
*Digitalis purpurea*, a violet stain,
Pressed between pages, again and again.
I watched the botanist, with patient eyes,
Cataloging wonders, 'neath the skies.
Dust motes dance in the basement air,
Whispers of scholars, beyond compare.
Each turning page, a fragile grace,
Lost in the stillness of this place.
Brass and dust, a mirrored sigh,
Lost reflections drifting by.
Golden light in the darkened room,
Echoes of knowledge, sealed in gloom.
I see the past, in every ray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
A scientist's touch, a gentle hold,
Tracing the veins, of stories old.
*Quercus alba*, a sturdy tree,
Its strength and beauty, known to me.
I felt the warmth of focused thought,
A quiet passion, dearly bought.
Years dissolve like ink in rain,
But knowledge lingers, through joy and pain.
I am the keeper, steadfast and true,
Reflecting wisdom, old and new.
The light descends, a fading gleam,
Lost in the labyrinth of a forgotten dream.
Brass and dust, a mirrored sigh,
Lost reflections drifting by.
Golden light in the darkened room,
Echoes of knowledge, sealed in gloom.
I see the past, in every ray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
The scent of paper, worn and sweet,
A sanctuary for wandering feet.
*Lavandula angustifolia*, a calming breeze,
Rustling softly among the trees.
I witnessed letters, penned with care,
Love and loss, beyond compare.
Brass and dust, a mirrored sigh,
Lost reflections drifting by.
Golden light in the darkened room,
Echoes of knowledge, sealed in gloom.
I see the past, in every ray,
Holding secrets of yesterday.
Fading light, a final grace,
Lost in time, in this hidden place.
Brass and dust, forever bound,
Whispers of wonder, all around.
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