*THE POET FROM THE FUTURE*

[PRODUCTION NOTES] [Intimate piano and violin ballad, slow 6/8 tempo, emotional mid-playlist energy, close-mic lead vocal, spacious chamber reverb, warm felt piano as the harmonic center, lyrical solo violin answering the vocal lines, occasional layered string pads for swells, subtle brushed cymbals and soft kick for heartbeat motion, organic acoustic texture, introspective and spiritual mood, melodic arcs that bloom into soaring violin phrases, dynamics that rise from whisper-soft verses to a heartfelt final chorus, ending in a delicate, lingering] [piano and violin outro] [singer A] Can you hear me From the other side of time? I have been calling Through your outstretched mind. A sound arrived before the silence Knew that it had been disturbed; Something moved beyond the darkness, Searching for its first true word. I could feel the years grow thinner, I could see their edges shine; Then a voice I had not lived yet Called across the curve of time. Not a memory, Not a sign, Not a ghost I left behind— Something reached From a life That had not yet Become mine. Call me across the curve of time, Reach for me with an outstretched mind. I am the voice you have yet to become, I am the word still warm on your tongue. Past what is known, Past all design, The soul becomes the poet Before its time. [transition] [singer B] Before your time… Beyond your time… Follow the calling Across the curve of time. I have watched your questions turning Into doors you would not name; Every doubt became a distance, Every wonder bent the frame. When the old horizon opens Like a door without a frame, You will cross your own becoming And arrive upon the plane. Not an ending, Not a heaven, Not a dream the stars designed— A new existence waits there For the outstretched mind. Are you memory? I am more. Are you destiny? I am the door. Every question left behind Is a hand across the curve of time. [singer A] Call me across the curve of time, Reach for me with an outstretched mind. I am the voice you have yet to become, I am the word still warm on your tongue. Past what is known, Past all design, The soul becomes the poet Before its time. The soul with the outstretched mind Became the poet before— And beyond— Its own time. Before the hour could speak its name, Beyond the years, it crossed the plane; It landed in a life undefined— A new existence, One of a kind. Call me from the life ahead. Rise beyond the words unsaid. Call me from the farther side. I was never outside. The past is reaching, The future replies; Every closed horizon Is opening wide. Across the curve— Across the divide— Two voices becoming One outstretched mind. [transition] [singer B] With an outstretched mind I crossed the curve of time; The voice that called from far beyond Was always part of mine. Past every name, Past all design, My soul became the poet Before its time. Before its time— Beyond its time— Now writing what is yet to be; A new existence opened wide The moment it awakened me. One of a kind— Before and beyond its time: The soul With the outstretched mind. Call across the curve of time! Reach beyond the last known line! What has never lived before Is waiting on the farther shore! Before its time! Beyond its time! The soul with the outstretched mind! I heard the calling. I crossed the line. I became the voice On the other side of time. Can you hear me?