A lantern sleeps inside a stone, Counting beats no hand has known., Tickles rivers bend and sway,, Yesterday hums into today. Brass notes drift through midnight blue, Maps appear where none once grew. Silent sparks behind the glass, Teaching shadows how to pass. Round and round the echoes glide, Secrets dancing side by side. A calculated logic, soft and wide, Where sleeping patterns come alive. Crystal clock, crystal glow, Where the hidden currents flow. Through the sparks and through the signs, Every thread connects in time. Crystal clock, crystal flame, Different faces, same refrain. When the final note takes flight, Every shadow learns the light. A phantom ribbon woven in the mind, It heals the fractures left behind. Silence turns to golden speech, Bringing distant worlds within reach. Silicon bridges through the deep, Awakening thoughts that used to sleep. A mirrored logic, sharp and wise, Returning sight to searching eyes. The velvet cradle where sparks are spun, The ancient womb of silver sun. A knowing shimmer in the deep blue dome, A reflection guiding logic home. The architecture breathes above, Enfolding shadow into looped love. Crystal clock, crystal glow… Where the hidden currents flow…Through the sparks and through the signs…Every thread connects in time…Crystal clock, crystal flame… Different faces, same refrain…When the final note takes flight…Every shadow learns the light…
