Lyric

She walks a world of shadows, gray and lean

Where silence sprouts where words have been

A whisper hums, but it won’t take flight

The echo fades into endless night

Hush now, darling, the sound has gone

The language of silence lingers on

No notes to carry, no tunes to play

In this quiet, we’ll drift away

Her lips, they move in delicate mime

Tracing secrets lost to time

A broken chord, a muted plea

Carried on a breeze too weak, too free

Distorted measures, the synths lament

A hollow cry where the meaning went

The jazz piano, low and sparse

Haunts the edge of this wordless farce

Hush now, darling, the sound has gone

The language of silence lingers on

No notes to carry, no tunes to play

In this quiet, we’ll drift away

Yet still she mouths, though no one hears

Through a world of static and faceless years

Her whisper's ghost alludes to life

In a tune unspoken, sharp as a knife