Waking Dream

In the twilight's hushed embrace, where shadows softly creep,
A melody begins to trace secrets buried deep.
Fifty-five in solemn beat, a pulse that barely wakes,
Through analogue whispers sweet, the ancient silence breaks.

This is the sound of worlds unseen,
A cosmic velvet sigh,
Where colors bleed and dreams convene
Beneath a starlit sky.

A gravel voice, a rasping plea,
Emerges from the grey,
Unraveling eternity
At the closing of the day.

A saxophone, a smoky haze,
Like memories adrift
Through a forgotten, misty maze —
A melancholic gift.

The cello weeps a mournful tear,
A violin's soft cry,
Chasing away all earthly fear
As moments drift and die.

This is the sound of worlds unseen,
A cosmic velvet sigh,
Where colors bleed and dreams convene
Beneath a starlit sky.

A gravel voice, a rasping plea,
Emerges from the grey,
Unraveling eternity
At the closing of the day.

An arpeggio, a pulsing thread,
A synth of bygone years,
Echoes of words left unsaid,
Dissolving all our fears.

The vinyl crackle — a gentle storm,
A whisper from the past,
Keeping our weary spirits warm,
Forever meant to last.

This is the sound of worlds unseen,
A cosmic velvet sigh,
Where colors bleed and dreams convene
Beneath a starlit sky.

A gravel voice, a rasping plea,
Emerges from the grey,
Unraveling eternity
At the closing of the day.

Hypnotic, slow, the rhythm swells,
A journey without end,
Where ancient magic softly dwells —
A trusted spectral friend.

And in this dark psychedelic stream,
We find our rightful place,
Lost within this waking dream,
As time forgets its chase.

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Two arrangements are available at these links:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/3CwdCm-NhZEogg

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/YPt0mIbDtFmM2w