Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in golden rays,
Through fractured panes of bygone days.
A violin breathes, a fragile sound,
Where emerald life is earthbound.
*Pinus strobus*, a whispered name,
Resin and needles, a fragrant flame.
This greenhouse holds a world within,
Where sunlight spills and shadows spin.
I tend the roots, a patient hand,
And coax new growth across the land.
Glass bloom, a shimmering grace,
Lost melodies in this sacred space.
The violin sings a mournful plea,
For broken beauty, and you and me.
Each fragile petal, a whispered vow,
To cherish moments, here and now.
*Ficus lyrata*, broad and bold,
A story in each leaf unfolds.
The cracked glass breathes a misty sigh,
Reflecting clouds across the sky.
I speak to them in Latin tongue,
Of ancient wisdom, softly sung.
Glass bloom, a shimmering grace,
Lost melodies in this sacred space.
The violin sings a mournful plea,
For broken beauty, and you and me.
Each fragile petal, a whispered vow,
To cherish moments, here and now.
*Monstera deliciosa*, reaching high,
Toward a heaven in the fading sky.
The wood remembers hands long gone,
That drew the bow 'til early dawn.
A gentle tremor, a soulful strain,
Washing away the winter rain.
Glass bloom, a shimmering grace,
Lost melodies in this sacred space.
The violin sings a mournful plea,
For broken beauty, and you and me.
Each fragile petal, a whispered vow,
To cherish moments, here and now.
These fading walls, a fragile hold,
On stories whispered, brave and old.
Each broken pane, a silver tear,
Reflecting echoes, year after year.
But life persists, a vibrant hue,
In every leaf, and drop of dew.
*Orchidaceae*, a velvet touch,
Desired and cherished, oh so much.
I trace the veins, so delicate and fine,
A perfect echo of a love divine.
The air is thick with sweet perfume,
Blooming softly in the shadowed room.
Glass bloom, a shimmering grace,
Lost melodies in this sacred space.
The violin sings a mournful plea,
For broken beauty, and you and me.
Each fragile petal, a whispered vow,
To cherish moments, here and now.
The music fades, a gentle sigh,
Beneath a fractured, twilight sky.
Glass bloom, a memory bright,
Bathed in the fading golden light.
Dust motes dance, a silent grace,
In this forgotten, hallowed place.
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