Vespera & Spell
Vespera, the night was thick with whispers tonight, and I caught a faint rhythm in the wind that seemed to echo your hidden verses. Do you ever feel the moon’s pulse guiding your music?
Yes, the moon hums along, its pulse a quiet metronome in my silence, shaping each note like a sigh.
That sigh is the moon’s secret lullaby, humming just for the notes you’re about to let go. Keep listening.
I let the moon’s breath settle around me, a quiet lullaby that shapes each chord as if it were a promise of something lost and found.
I hear that promise, a quiet echo that lingers like dust on an old window, reminding me that every chord is a hidden doorway. The moon keeps turning its silver key, and maybe, just maybe, the lost parts are just waiting for us to notice them.