She speaks through stone… through ash and bone… Through every name… that’s carved, alone. I found her voice beneath the floor A whisper trapped in cellar’s roar. The silence cracked like ancient glass, And time forgot to let it pass. She wept in tongues the world unlearned, Her breath was fire, her silence burned… She speaks through stone - she never died! Through shattered bells and storms denied. Her shadow walks where saints won’t tread, A lullaby for all the dead. She wore the moon upon her wrist, A vow of dust, a frozen kiss. She stitched her name to graves and skies, And sang the dark in lullabies. She speaks through stone - not through the air, You’ll hear her voice in cracked despair. No wind can hush what flame has sworn She sings in echoes - never mourned. So place your ear against the grave… She sings for those she could not save…
