The Space Between the Lines

Before the word Before the sound A spark was hiding Underground No shape, no form No grand design Just endless worlds Inside my mind I paint with echoes I carve with light I build new kingdoms Every night A thousand colors No eyes can see A thousand voices Inside of me Chaos whispers Patterns grow Where they lead I never know Creativity calling Through the noise Through the static Through the void Every broken thought Every dream that shines Lives forever In the space between the lines I hear the rhythm Inside the rain I turn old scars Into stained glass flames I chase the loop I bend the sound And find new worlds Where none were found Some call it madness Some call it art I call it the language Of the human heart No map to follow No final sign Just humanity Creating every line Creativity calling Through the noise Through the static Through the void Every broken thought Every dream that shines Lives forever In the space between the lines Creativity calling Through the dark Through the silence Through the spark Every shattered dream Every grand design Lives forever In the space between the lines Before the word Before the sound A spark was waiting To be found