Lyric

Dew collects in quiet rooms

Porcelain dawn unwraps the night

Ash of echoes cools the flame

Gentle pulse in borrowed light

Stitches time without a name

Silent bloom, unfold the grey

Carry pulse through muted rain

Broken glass becomes a sea

Ripples hum in measured waves

Every hush repairs the key

Locked inside forgotten caves

Hold the space the silence grants

Let it breathe until it glows

Rise in hush of woven air

Shape of hope in tempered glow

Steps that trace a softened stair

Lead where quiet rivers flow

Strength returns on hidden wings