A wonder slow through whispers gray
The mist of friend to light and stray
Steps like echoes don't leave clues
In this world of softened hues
A shimmer bends then fades from sight Threads of gold in quiet flight
Notes arise like silent streams Woken up from softened dreams
Branches touch the velvet haze
Soft lead tones begin to blaze
A pulse within the quiet air
Hints of life still linger there
Broken beats and gentle sway Tap the soul then float away
Simple patterns weave and climb Lost in endless space and time
Falling stars,
the reverb holds it gently
high Till it fades and says goodbye