[INTRO] [jew harp drones in low register, rhythmic plucking creating heartbeat pulse] [pan flute enters with melancholic melody, notes bending like wind through ruins] [harmonica whispers a sparse, breathy motif] [all three instruments weave together in slow, mournful dance] [VERSE 1] i reach my hands shake i want the void takes every prayer a confession of empty rooms and cold possession the harder i claw the further it flies my wanting is the wall that keeps me outside [VERSE 2] i built an altar to my own lack kneeled so hard i broke my back the pedestal needs a slave below to worship what they'll never know the seed doesn't scream at the soil it breaks its shell through quiet toil no clenched fist no desperate eye just weightless growth toward open sky [INTERLUDE] [jew harp drops to single resonant hum] [pan flute takes lead with wandering, unresolved phrases] [harmonica answers with soft, reedy cries] [tempo slows, space between notes grows wider] [VERSE 3] the body remembers what the mind forgets the chemical ghost of old regrets a father's silence a mother's turn the lesson learned was to always burn [BRIDGE] [jew harp pattern becomes more insistent, almost percussive] [pan flute climbs to higher, thinner register] [harmonica sustains a single mournful note] the door is not locked you are the weight holding it shut the door is not locked you are the weight holding it shut [VERSE 4] i am the doorway i am the empty everything passes nothing can tempt me no frantic wind no grasping hand the still point where the spiral began to want nothing is to hold everything to need no one is to be the offering [OUTRO] [jew harp fades to breath-like resonance] [pan flute delivers final phrase, note hanging in air before dissolving] [harmonica whispers last three notes, each softer than the last] [silence] [a single jew harp harmonic rings, then decays into nothing]
