✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🦋Lyrics: BlueWhale 🩵Music Arrangements: BlueWhale 🕊️Cover Art: FHR Studio Odessa UA 📘Cover Video: FHR Studio Odessa UA All Lyrics & Music Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Instrumental Intro — 8 seconds; intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar, two delicate harmonics, faint room air; no piano, no ocean effects] [Verse 1 — mature female alto-mezzo, close-miked, fully sung] Golden October wind, a blue bird landed on the windowsill. A cello in her arms, a guitar on his lap. Ebony and ivory met in an old castle, its weary walls torn apart, as if by the tears of death— a story unfolding. [Instrumental breath — guitar harmonics answer the last phrase; a low sustained string enters briefly] [Verse 2 — quietly intensifying] Her fallen, curly golden hair trembled in the wind. His leaning body, a search for truth. Her gaze, a burning fire: I want to be healed. I want to see the world. I want to meet the man I only dreamed of. [The guitar pattern stops; a single string resonance remains] [Death — low, weathered male voice, almost spoken] Have you seen him? [The Girl — soft, fully sung] Not yet. But somewhere, beyond these walls, the world is waiting. [Silence — two full breaths; no echo] [Verse 3 — the guitar returns, quieter and more unsettled] Death listened. His hesitation lingered like an eagle circling the clouds. Death was not in the garden, looking into the girl’s window. He was right here, in the shadows. [Death — restrained, almost to himself] I have heard so many endings. [Brief pause] But never this beginning. [Instrumental passage — 10 seconds; a low cello tone appears beneath the guitar, then disappears before resolving] [Verse 4 — female lead, fragile in texture but not helpless] She was so young, pure ivory, made of longing and dreams, a promise yet unwritten by the stars. [All instruments fall away] [The Girl — nearly unaccompanied] Even Death hesitated. [Silence — let the words remain unanswered] [Death — low, tired, quietly human] Is this the right moment? [The Girl — a soft breath before the answer] Why now? [The strings return as a faint, sustained shadow] [Refrain — no dramatic lift; intimate and suspended] Oh, my ivory, with your radiant beauty. A life and a death, a breath and a silence. Ebony and ivory met beneath the same sky. [Instrumental interlude — 12 seconds; guitar harmonics drift apart, one low string holds beneath them; no recurring ascending cello motif] [Final verse — the pulse loosens slightly] Tides rising, the jasmine of April flowing through the air. The room becomes a blue ocean, the tears of sorrow. She drifted into dreams with the music. [Outro — guitar returns to the opening figure, but leaves its final phrase unfinished] When the full moon rose, she woke up with a blue bird by her pillow. [Final 8 seconds — one soft guitar harmonic, a low sustained string fading naturally into silence; no vocal ad-libs, no final explanatory line, no abrupt cutoff]
