This is a reprise of a poetic and spiritual inner journey, where the soul is observed through the “thousand windows”, metaphor for the multiple perceptions of the self. Each verse represents a reflection, a fragment of consciousness in dialogue with infinity. Between introspection and transcendence: the “self” that writes is also the “self” that reads, dissolving the boundary between creator and creation. A fusion of matter and spirit, light and shadow, body and thought.
This Lyrics is based on a poem I wrote in 2003, now set to music.
Mood used: Driving deep percussion, song cycle, deep bass with tribal percussion, Song cycle, spiritual, pulsing synths, gated reverb pads, tribal percussion, processed Gregorian chant samples, heavy bass, male vocals, female vocals, dreamy + loads of commands to try best approach to shape the music.
Lyrics:
From a thousand windows wide, Through corners where my shadows hide, I write the words the stars confide, No fear, no mask, no voice denied.
Ink of silence, thought in flame, Unwritten dreams that have no name. Each phrase a pulse, each breath a sign, A thread of truth, a soul’s design.
My ego bends, a fragile sphere, My soul reflects what’s hidden here. Convex mirror, infinite seam, Half of logic, half of dream.
Sometimes broken, sometimes whole, Fragments drifting through the soul. The wind rewrites what time forgets, A map of thoughts the night begets.
Lost between my paper skies, Hiding in the ink that never dries. No pale disguise, no fleeting phase, I walk within the word’s own maze.
The ritual of passage calls, Through ancient tongues and sacred halls. A shadow breathes, a light ascends, Where every thought begins and ends.
Through windows wide, the world dissolves, The riddle turns, the soul evolves. The gaze I know, the flame I feel, The strength of truth the words reveal.
I write what spirit dares to speak, With trembling hand and vision meek. Each line a bridge through endless skies, Each verse a star that never dies.
My ego bends, the lines collide, My soul a curve the stars can’t hide. Through chaos born of ink and flame, The cosmos whispers back my name.
From a thousand windows still I see, The soul reflected back at me. In light and dark, in word and tone, Infinity writes, through me alone.
Hope you enjoy.
