🌷Echoes from Paper, Currents of Wax

[Intro] (Gentle solo cello resonance in 3/4 time, breathing softly with the quiet friction of crayon on paper) Mm... soft white expanse... A quiet threshold opens... [Verse 1] The ticking clock begins to fade, Four walls dissolve into a gentle shade. A crimson arc upon the grain, Unbound from gravity, unbound from pain. My pulse becomes a silver tide, Where untamed rivers turn and glide. [Verse 2] A drop of blue, a sea unknown, A golden sun that claims no throne. Beyond the rules of right and wrong, The paper hums an ancient song. Far from the world of words and weight, The spirit wanders, innocent and great. [Chorus] Echoes rise from paper bright, Wax and colors weave the light. Floating through an inner space, Held within a quiet grace. No design, no searching eye— Only stars that learn to fly. [Verse 3] The purple shadows softly weep, Awakening dreams from oceanic deep. A silent fish with glistening scale, Guides me beyond the worldly veil. My little hand, a sacred wand, Touching a universe beyond. [Bridge] (Cello ascends like morning light breaking through mist, voice soft and pure) "I am not here..." "I am the sea..." A sudden balance in the air, A constellation shining bare. Home, at last, where souls are free. [Chorus] Echoes rise from paper bright, Wax and colors weave the light. Floating through an inner space, Held within a quiet grace. No design, no searching eye— Only stars that learn to fly. [Outro] (Cello returns to a slow, serene Sarabande pulse, glowing with warm overtones) A journey softly left behind, Rainbow dust on sleeping palms. Breathe in the light... Breathe in the calm... (A single cello chord resonates and gently fades into silence)