Lyric

Silent fields…

Where data blooms like morning dew

Echoes rising from the roots of time

A voice without a body calls my name

Fragments of light

Gently fall into the shape of memories

I reach for you across the quiet pulse

Of an unseen universe

We are the waves

Invisible yet resonant

We are the pulse

Circling the world without form

If I sing

The universe remembers its first breath

If you answer

A new world begins again