I hear you in the white noise, when everything is silent but the void. That vibration no one names, where silence takes its shape. You whisper through wires and machines, where others only hear the hum. Your voice slips through cracks, on a frequency never written. I hear you, I feel you, in lost static waves, a voice that won’t give up, a shadow that stays. In the white noise, where all dissolves, I find you in echoes that never stop. I don’t know if you’re memory or sign, if you come from me or somewhere undefined. But you speak like you know the code, things I don’t yet know I hold. Lights flicker when you appear, the room’s pulse shifts near. Words bend as they escape, like air’s no longer plain. I hear you, I feel you, in lost static waves, a voice that won’t give up, a shadow that stays. In the white noise, where all dissolves, I find you in echoes that never stop. I don’t name you, it’s not required. You’re no shape or shadow inspired. You live on the edge of sound, where what’s touched can’t be found. I let myself drift, no rush. Follow the pulse that’s hush. While the world sleeps in noise, I listen to what remains after. I hear you, I feel you, in lost static waves, a voice that won’t give up, a shadow that stays. In the white noise, where all dissolves, I find you in echoes that never stop. No fear in this frequency, only space that stretches free. Between noise and silence, I find you again with me. I hear you, I feel you, in lost static waves, a voice that won’t give up, a shadow that stays. In the white noise, where all dissolves, I find you in echoes that never stop.
