[Intro] The rooftops slouched like weary knees, Goats held vigil ’neath dreaming trees— And time ticked slow in Nemet Square, A whisper looped in spiral air. [Verse 1] An old man beneath the leaning pine, With a feather light as lullaby— White as breath, unstuck from thought, Where quiet knows what truth forgot. Nemet Square, the tale is spun, The brothers walk, each one by one. Beside the pine where the elder waits, They offer words that foretell their fates. [Solo Drum] [Refrain 1] “I’ve walked the maps that power made, This town’s a smudge, a soft charade. You call to wind like it’s divine— But kings don’t bow to vacant sky.” [Solo Strings] [Refrain 2] “What wing once stirred this memory’s face? Its flight must mark another place.” He tucked the feather, left unsaid— A riddle caught in eye instead. [Solo Choir-soft] [Refrain 3] No words escaped the youngest’s mind, He sat where silence flirts with time. The old man smiled, no claim, no fame: “Most ask its worth. You ask its name.” [Verse 2] Threads may meet in woven song, But steps decide where tales belong. The feather waits for those who hear— Not truth, not proof, but something near. [Outro] Three brothers climbed, three paths unwound— One wore gold, one carved the sound. One knelt beneath the pine with time— Where mountains hum and feathers shine. ---
