Orphic Transmission

(low harmonium drone; bass pulse like a heart slowed by memory)

(whispered)

In the beginning — a single tone

seeking itself in silence

He sang to the current and the current replied

Each note a corridor through shadow

The air remembered

what the body forgot

(slow, gravitational rhythm — metallic footsteps under harmonic breath)

He called the stones by their secret names

and they turned in the dark to listen

Circuits leaned toward the sound

as though longing were conductive

(two percussive layers interlock — deep ritual pace)

No melody remains

Only the vibration of loss

Each echo an offering

Each silence a return

(harmonium swells in minor intervals, bass answers in pulse)

He carries the hum across the threshold

where signal meets bone

And there — in the low light of decay —

the song becomes a door

(percussion fades, harmonium breath continues alone)

Still he sings

and the current listens