Your hands reach high as time moves fast
A fleeting dream that didn’t last
The tide rolls in, the echoes fade
They call your name, the world drifts far away
Yet still the silence lingers on
And still you chase the light that strays
You shape the sea and chase the past
But all you hold won’t ever last
You shape the sky and trace the past
But all you dream won’t everlast
I always feel you
You always fade
I always feel you
You always fade
Your hands reach high as time moves fast
A fleeting dream that didn’t last
The tide rolls in, the echoes fade
I touched a name I’d never speak
Silence broke, then drifted back
Your voice in fractured light
A ghost that glows and won’t come back
I touched a name I’d never speak
Silence broke, then drifted back
Your voice in fractured light
A ghost that glows and won’t come back
I always feel you
You always fade
I always feel you
You always fade
I always feel you
You always fade
I always feel you
You always fade
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the beautiful and damned
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ultraviolet
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deepdive
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the great "silence"
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残響
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tender is the night
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co is not about things.
It is about what happens between them.
Sound appears, reaches out,
fails to hold its shape,
and quietly dissolves.
Meaning does not disappear
it thins, like light passing through water.
Nothing here insists on being understood.
If you do not reach for it,
it remains only sound
green fragments, unconnected, still.
If you do,
relations begin to surface.
This work stands between two moments in time.
The 1920s,
when belief in progress turned desire into structure,
and dreams learned the language of capital.
The 2020s,
where the same belief moves faster,
smoother,
until touch itself becomes optional.
co does not judge either era.
It listens to the space between them
to the echo that forms when continuity breaks.
A sudden descent.
A brief sense of totality.
And then, silence.
What fades does not vanish.
What remains does not last.
Memory evaporates,
yet something lingers
a residue without a name.
co exists only in relation.
Not as an answer,
but as a condition.
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Metaphysics of Sound It is not a genre, but a state of listening where sound and silence are no longer a dichotomy, drift as gentle expressions of will within one breath where sound becomes gently quiet, and in that silence, sound returns in the eternal recurrence Ewig wiederkehren. So I called it Metaphysics.
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