Shaping the sound (Original)

We gather quiet sparks, Like stars before the dawn. Tiny echoes in our hands, Waiting to belong. Every little whisper Finds another light. Pieces turn to rivers, Flowing through the night. We shape the silent wind, Until it learns to sing. Nothing forced, Everything becoming. One note, Then another. One dream, Finds another. Little flames, Growing brighter. Every heartbeat Lifts us higher. We don't chase forever— We become the song. Morning paints the shadows, Gold upon the rain. Broken pieces dancing, Whole again. Every ending Leaves a doorway. Every silence Knows our name. We listen, Then the sky replies. One note, Then another. One dream, Finds another. Every color Finds its place. Every heartbeat Leaves a trace. We become the sunrise, Without asking why. We become tomorrow, One song at a time.