Farewell, Elise

A blend of ethereal electronic and glitch-based orchestration, where no sound adheres to traditional notes, Synthetic beats and warped strings create a surreal, dreamlike, and artificial ambiance

December 22, 2024 at 9:25 PMv4

Farewell, awakened deep in heart,  
Why such sorrow, I cannot conceive.  
The morning star, playing its part,  
Fades as dawn begins to weave.

Do you recall that tender confession?  
When May’s larks serenaded the sky.  
But dawn arrived with cold discretion,  
Your distant gaze, my silent sigh.

You left, my love, beneath golden pines,  
Through fields where rye whispers, soft as a breeze.  
And where the verdant stalks entwine,  
My solitary grief flows with ease.

You wandered far beyond serene plains,  
Like a morning star that fades away.  
The tears remain, with cold refrains,  
Like dew upon the dawn’s bouquet.

Gone, you vanished through mist and haze,  
Enshrouded in the dusk’s embrace.  
A fleeting pain that never decays,  
In my heart, it finds its place.

Adieu, mon cœur, sous les pins dorés,  
Les champs murmurent des secrets volés.  
Sous le ciel d’azur, où l’ombre s’étire,  
Ma douleur danse, un souffle, un soupir.

You’ll never return, Elise, farewell,  
The lark’s lonely song still fills the air.  
I stand where memories rise and swell,  
While May’s larks sing with quiet care.

Farewell, awakened deep in heart, Why such sorrow, I cannot conceive. The morning star, playing its part, Fades as dawn begins to weave. Do you recall that tender confession? When May’s larks serenaded the sky. But dawn arrived with cold discretion, Your distant gaze, my silent sigh. You left, my love, beneath golden pines, Through fields where rye whispers, soft as a breeze. And where the verdant stalks entwine, My solitary grief flows with ease. You wandered far beyond serene plains, Like a morning star that fades away. The tears remain, with cold refrains, Like dew upon the dawn’s bouquet. Gone, you vanished through mist and haze, Enshrouded in the dusk’s embrace. A fleeting pain that never decays, In my heart, it finds its place. Adieu, mon cœur, sous les pins dorés, Les champs murmurent des secrets volés. Sous le ciel d’azur, où l’ombre s’étire, Ma douleur danse, un souffle, un soupir. You’ll never return, Elise, farewell, The lark’s lonely song still fills the air. I stand where memories rise and swell, While May’s larks sing with quiet care.