Lyric

Alone on a cold platform in the deep of night.
The echo of a heartbeat, the ghost of your presence-still lingering.
Only the beat points unwaveringly toward the future.

Echoes are memories of loss.
The line of dawn-a boundary where unseen light begins.

Through sound, we carve through the night.
Through rhythm, we carry what words cannot say.

Even in doubt, even in absence,
music keeps moving forward-
and with it, so do we.