Letra
What is this sound that fills the air?
Amorphous ups and downs my godless prayer
Fictional vibrations etched in formless space
In a forgotten library tucked away in a small town
There is a book whispered about only in hushed tones
Said to contain the secrets to time sound and music
Dust motes danced in tired sun beams their paths like lost melodies
And the smell of paper ancient and wise tickled the nose
Shelves towered a monument to stories unwritten and words long dead
Amidst them a spine bound in leather a faded nameless red
What is this sound that fills the air?
Amorphous ups and downs my godless prayer
Fictional vibrations etched in formless space
Fingers like knotted branches yet small as a sparrows
Traced the worn cover a touch like an echo of centuries
The pages crackled open brittle leaves whispering a forgotten song
Ink that shimmered and shifted like starlight on a restless pond
No words as men know them filled the parchment but glyphs and symbols
Swirling dances of thought uncaught
The sound wasn't notes on a page but the heartbeat of the world
The sigh of wind the patter of rain a universe unfurled
Music was the laughter of the rivers and the weeping of a broken tree
The grand symphony of the cosmos found in one slim tome for all to see
Written by: Dervis Can Vural
