Midnight burns behind the glass,
Another empty night to pass.
Old pages waiting in the light,
A forgotten melody wakes tonight.
Ink and shadows, fading lines,
Ancient notes and hidden signs.
I trace the marks beneath the dust,
Something buried here in music waits for us.
A name from another age,
A secret written on the page.
The notes begin to form a road,
A silent hand has left a code.
I hear it underneath the sound,
A door beneath the sacred ground.
The music tells me where to go,
But what it wants, I do not know.
The manuscript is breathing,
The darkness starts to rise.
There is something underneath it,
Something hiding in disguise.
I thought I found the mystery.
I thought I held the key.
But somewhere in the silence,
The mystery was finding me.
Song 1 the manuscript
© Copyright: Вадим Ганжа, 2026
Свидетельство о публикации №126092002552
Свидетельство о публикации №126092002552
Рецензии