Against the Dark

[Intro] [Atmospheric Glitch Ambient] [Detuned Synth Choirs and Glassy Bells] the night does not arrive it remembers itself through black lacquer of windows through deliberate hush that gathers beneath lamps as eremites collecting fallen stars [Heavy Drop] i have heard silence practice its scales on slabs of vacant vessels frayed flues flinch with sluggish stone jaws exhaling eons of ethos in ominous chorus somewhere a river folds a moon as carefully as a mother folding a letter she cannot bear to burn water understands what philosophers forget every reflection longs to become its unique depth [Chorus] tonight muses are whimsical birds stitched from impossible fabrics one wears a coat of snow light one carries a compass whose needle points only toward wonder another pecks ajar a locked seed inside mundane shards releasing elfin astonishments a pebble dreaming of mountains an acorn rehearsing an oak patient ambition of rain [Verse 2] muses arrive late as they always do not crowned not radiant they come disguised as dust floating over a shaft of dawn remembered at midnight as scent of distant orchards hidden inside ancient books as peculiar ache that appears when beauty passes too close to soul one muse teaches clouds how to drift without destination one persuades shadows to loosen their grip on walls another kneels beside time itself untangling its silver hair while forgotten hours fall softly around her feet as petals from an unseen garden [Bridge] what is this life if not a lantern carried across immense gloom its flame forever bending yet strangely unextinguished galaxies turn with calm assurance of seeds beneath winter clay dead stars continue their long correspondence mailing pale envelopes of light across unfathomable distances [Climax] every eye is a shoreline every heartbeat a wave arriving from farther away than language can follow i stand among these mysteries not seeking answers but deeper questions questions shaped as stairways ascending through clouds questions shaped as keys that unlock doors to larger rooms of bewilderment [Outro] wind wanders past an itinerant poet a collector of names a thief of certainty It carries aroma of places never visited and places remembered before they were lived for a moment whole world seems assembled from delicate absurdities kindness of strangers grammar of leaves blue persistence of horizons enormous tenderness hidden inside gravity then darkness deepens stars lean closer muses depart without farewell yet something remains a faint resonance a luminous after-sound as though universe itself has whispered into a shell and left it pressed against the listening heart there within that single breath endlessness lingers. [Fade Out to Silence] [End]