[Instrumental Intro] (Low drone, harp harmonics, distant wind) Verse 1 We come without a spoken word, no fire, no claim, no sign. The night has folded time in two, and left us here to listen. Breath turns white, the stones stand dark, the world holds still its sound, As if the earth remembers us before we make a sound. [Instrumental Interlude] (Slow fiddle motif, heartbeat-like pulse) Verse 2 No circle drawn, no names invoked, no answers asked tonight. We stand where footsteps fade away between the dark and light. The wind speaks first, the silence next, our thoughts begin to slow, And something old moves gently here that does not need to show. Chorus These are the listening stones, they do not call or speak. They wait for those who come in still, with hands both bare and weak. No prayer but breath, no gift but time, no wish we try to keep. These are the listening stones, where even the heart learns sleep. [Extended Instrumental] (Whistle enters softly, no percussion) Verse 3 We lay down what we cannot carry, fear, regret, the year. The cold receives it without weight, without a trace of fear. The moon moves slow along the line the stones have always known, And in its path we understand we never walk alone. Bridge (very quiet) Not every turning needs a flame, not every truth a name. Some things return because we wait, and nothing is the same. Final Chorus These are the listening stones, older than our doubt. They keep the dark until it breaks and gently let it out. We leave with less, but somehow whole, as dawn begins to rise. These are the listening stones, where the night learns how to die. [Outro] (Harp fades, drone dissolves into silence)
