Echos of the Bone

Beyond the veil where the heavy curtains fall A hollow echo rings through every empty hall Silence speaks much louder than the loudest scream Fading like the fragments of a broken dream I walked the edge where the light begins to thin Feeling every secret crawling underneath my skin Thoughts are rattling inside these hollow bones Searching for a kingdom on a thousand jagged stones Where the world is heavy and the air is getting cold Waiting for the story that has never yet been told Life and death are meeting in the middle of the night One is made of shadow and the other made of light Death looks like a rest when the pain begins to lie Underneath the canvas of a violet velvet sky You are the only place where anything can change Everything is beautiful and everything is strange Life began to tremble like a leaf upon the wire Burning with the embers of a long-forgotten fire Death answered softly not with anger or with pride But with a sorrow that he could no longer hide They mistake exhaustion for the fundamental truth Trading all their wisdom for the fire of their youth In the darkest moment when the spirit starts to bend I look like a lover and I look like a friend But you are the motion and you are the beating heart You are the ending and you are the place to start Life and death are meeting in the middle of the night One is made of shadow and the other made of light Death looks like a rest when the pain begins to lie Underneath the canvas of a violet velvet sky You are the only place where anything can change Everything is beautiful and everything is strange If you carry everything that never reached the end Why are you so calm while the broken never mend Death paused a moment in the stillness of the air As if he were breathing in a quiet kind of prayer Because I have no choice but to hold the heavy weight You are the master of a much more gentle fate You have the choice to turn the water into wine You have the choice to make the stars begin to shine The silence broke differently this time around Not a heavy burden not a suffocating sound Just a quiet whisper in the garden of the soul Finally a fragment that is feeling like the whole Just quiet now.