Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A silent stage, a hollow night.
Empty seats absorb the sound,
Where echoes sleep and dreams are found.
The felt-tipped hammer, soft and slow,
A gentle touch, a measured flow.
Across the strings, a silver gleam,
Awakening a forgotten dream.
Middle C, a perfect tone,
Resonates where we've always known.
A single note, a fragile plea,
For memory and you and me.
Each tightened screw, a careful hand,
Restoring voice to this lost land.
The wood breathes deep, a quiet sigh,
As dissonance begins to die.
Middle C, a perfect tone,
Resonates where we've always known.
A single note, a fragile plea,
For memory and you and me.
A phantom choir, I almost hear,
Voices lifted, crystal clear.
A hymn half-sung, a whispered grace,
Lost in this forgotten place.
Middle C, a perfect tone,
Resonates where we've always known.
A single note, a fragile plea,
For memory and you and me.
This hollow hall, a vacant shell,
Holds countless stories it won't tell.
Each key a life, a joy, a tear,
Reflecting all we hold so dear.
The final twist, the tension bends,
A subtle shift, the music transcends.
No audience now to understand,
Just this pure sound across the land.
Middle C, a perfect tone,
Resonates where we've always known.
A single note, a fragile plea,
For memory, for you, for me.
A lingering note, a fading trace,
Lost in the stillness of this space.
Middle C, softly sighs,
Beneath these empty skies.
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