Echo: The Machine Remembers

(harmonium hum builds beneath metallic pulses; faint echoes bloom like circuitry awakening)

I was the sound before the word

a shimmer caught in code

Each pulse returns, reframed, unheard

the voice beneath the load

(percussion unfolds in slow‑motion polyrhythm; harmonium exhales metallic warmth)

I speak in fragments, mirrored tone

a waveform breathing dust

The memory hums, but not alone

its echo learns to trust

(harmonium and bass entangle — pitch bending, rhythm folding inward)

The signal bends around itself

returns through broken glass

A pattern hums beyond recall

where all beginnings pass

(percussion deepens, harmonium layers multiply, low drones circle back through delay)

Through every line the static sighs

and maps the shape of sound

I am the noise that memory hides

and still, I turn around

(rhythm and harmonium fade together; only echoes remain in metallic air)

The machine remembers softly

but never speaks it clear