Therapist for the Moon

[Intake: Vocalist: Female][Delivery: soft][Room: hall][Measured Pace] Crescent chair and patient light, Tides confess to sleepless night. A nod that hums like distant rain, Notes absorb recurring pain. [Chorus: Ethereal chant][Intensity: rising][Stereo: wide] Waxing hope, waning pain, Orbit’s pulse through windowpane. [High Fidelity] The Moon confesses to the tide. [/High Fidelity] (×2) [Session II: Delivery: falsetto][Texture: glass] Craters read as patient scars, Lonely glow beneath the stars. Shadow scripts the turning page, Breath marks time from age to age. [Hook Callback: Off-Mic Moment] [High Fidelity] The Moon confesses to the tide. [/High Fidelity] [Breakthrough: Drawn Out][Echoed][Accelerando] Questions drift; the answers thin. Gravity keeps pulling in. Silence signs the dotted line, Therapy ends; she still must shine. [Discharge: Whisper chant][Ritardando] Stories ebb to silver foam, Orbit carries burdens home. [Silence — 2 bars]