Hollow Stone

I am no one—only sound
Breathed by lips that left no trace
I slip between your fingers
Ash along the window frame

I wore a hundred borrowed faces
Spoke with voices not my own
In every name the wind erased
I built a home of hollow stone

What I believed was solid truth
Was smoke upon the morning air
My feelings turned to mist and dust
Time swallowed me without a care

Dawn’s stars whisper stranger names
Through rustling silk of ancient skies
A bridge leading to the unknown appears
Which I see with my own eyes

I wore a hundred borrowed faces
Spoke with voices not my own
In every name the wind erased
I built a home of hollow stone

Among the notes no ear has heard
I lost myself—and found my way
I crossed that river once, and then
I stepped right in it once again

I wore a hundred borrowed faces
Spoke with voices not my own
In every name the wind erased
I built a home of hollow stone

Among the notes no ear has heard
I lost myself—and found my way
I crossed that river once, and then
I stepped right in it once again
once again
once again
once again
I stepped right in it once again


30.11.2025