The Glass Harmonic

A single note from the celesta's hand
A fragile thread across a silent land
The old musician bows his head to play
And all the shadows slowly wash away
The theremin hums a ghostly, silver line
A broken world begins to realign

Ring, glass harmonic, ring through the night
A crystal shield against the blinding light
From B-A-C-H, a seed beneath the snow
A quiet fire that the darkness cannot know
Ring, glass harmonic, ring and be free
A shard of heaven in a minor key

The march begins, a stately minuet
The dust of ages, not surrendered yet
The harpsichord and flute weave through the gloom
A fragile garden in a concrete room
The tyrants tremble when the sequence starts
A four-note prayer that shatters stony hearts

Ring, glass harmonic, ring through the night
A crystal shield against the blinding light
From B-A-C-H, a seed beneath the snow
A quiet fire that the darkness cannot know
Ring, glass harmonic, ring and be free
A shard of heaven in a minor key

They broke the instrument, they mocked the sound
They buried beauty deep beneath the ground
But glass remembers what the stone forgets
The player rises, and the music lives

A single note. A breath. A hand. A flame.
The glass harmonic whispers out your name.
The glass harmonic whispers out your name.