Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A wooden shell, holding stories tight.
Years unfold, a whispered plea,
The violin remembers, silently.
Varnish cracked, a golden hue,
Listens close to all it knew.
Bound in leather, pages frail,
Echoes rise within the veil.
Silent archive, wood and string,
Watches time take everything.
Lost melodies, a fragile grace,
In this quiet, hallowed space.
Fingers pressed on aged wood,
A phantom touch, misunderstood.
Bach and Brahms, a distant call,
Resonating through the hall.
Silent archive, wood and string,
Watches time take everything.
Lost melodies, a fragile grace,
In this quiet, hallowed space.
Cobwebs cling, a silver thread,
Whispers of the long since dead.
The scent of paper, old and worn,
A history carefully born.
Silent archive, wood and string,
Watches time take everything.
Lost melodies, a fragile grace,
In this quiet, hallowed space.
Sunbeams slant, a muted gleam,
Waking up a forgotten dream.
A scholar's hand, a gentle hold,
Secrets waiting to unfold.
Silent archive, wood and string,
Watches time take everything.
Lost melodies, a fragile grace,
In this quiet, hallowed space.
Silent archive, wood and string,
Watches time take everything.
Lost melodies, a fragile grace,
In this quiet, hallowed space.
A timeless song, eternally.
Dust settles, soft and slow,
The violin remembers, letting go.
thinning echoes, soft and deep,
Secrets that the archive keep.
