Lyric

Whispers float through amber trees

A hush that drapes the town with ease

Stones laid out like sacred notes

Each one sings as silence floats

Beneath the railway’s ghostly hum

I hum a song I’ve not yet sung

It’s written in the shifting light

And echoed in the mountain’s white

This is my White Song, soft and slow

A tune the falling ash trees know

Laced with breath and chill and grace

A melody that time won’t chase

Whispers born from stone and sky

A love that never said goodbye

Your coat still sways inside my mind

Like autumn smoke that’s left behind

We stood where river’s glass had stilled

And spoke of things we’d never build

But even what we leave unsaid

Still lingers where our feet once tread

The earth, the air, they hold our lines

Etched between the power lines

This is my White Song, light as snow

Where silence speaks and sorrows grow

Stones beneath the maple’s frame

Still murmur softly with your name

In every hush, I hear you there—

A gentle ghost in autumn air

A scarf upon the railway gate

A note that never touched the page

Your voice in wind — I hesitate…

But still, I walk the stone-paved stage

This is our White Song, yours and mine

Still echoing through space and time

No need to speak, the breeze will do—

It carries all I meant to you

And in the hush where seasons meet

Your shadow moves with quiet feet

White like stone, like breath, like song…

That’s where you’ve been all along