Echoes of the Unseen
Painted across unseen worlds.
A breath of what was,
A dream yet to be,
Carried on currents,
Wild and free.
The horizon breathes,
A mirage takes flight,
Through silent vastness,
In mystic light.
A journey begins
Where shadows reside,
And with every echo,
We are drawn inside.
A rhythm awakes -
A low, hidden hum,
The ancient pulse
From which we come.
The wind softly sings
A forgotten tune,
Beneath the gaze
Of an endless moon.
Threads of destiny
Begin to weave,
A quiet knowing -
We start to believe.
The air grows heavy
With what is to be,
A story unfolding
Inside of me.
Oh… the vastness…
The infinite unknown…
Where rivers of starlight
Have silently grown.
A sacred expansion
Beyond what is seen,
A soundless anthem,
Eternal, serene.
The soul is rising
On waves of sound,
Where sky and silence
Are deeply bound.
A fire within,
Unbroken, true,
Connecting all -
Me to you.
The earth remembers,
A gentle call,
The ancient echoes
Within us all.
A steady rhythm,
A guiding breath,
Where spirit dissolves
The illusion of depth.
A hidden wisdom,
Silent and deep,
In sacred stillness
It starts to speak.
A harmony found,
So quiet, so whole -
The world returning
Back to the soul.
Silence…
Echoes…
Home…
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Here are two arrangements of the song:
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/r1DR5Rb8RIJekQ
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/TsWa5L6wPdj2xA
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