(The world exhales... beneath the stars...)
A whisper hums where shadows are
The sound of time begins to slow
The dark remembers what we know
Through every breath the silence sings
The trace of light the darkness brings
The past drifts close, it hums, it stays
The night repeats in quiet ways
Nocturne memory — fade through the sky
Dreams unfold, then drift and die
Every sound becomes a line
Drawn in air, erased by time
The distance hums — the pulse of years
A song of dust, of hope, of tears
Beneath the stars, the echoes play
Of all we lost, of what will stay
(Ahh... drifting... fading...)
(Ahh... the night remains...)
(The stars reflect the sound...)
The night listens... and the dream is found...
