Nocturnal Records - Silver Fugue

A few can still be threading through the air
Contrapant electros climbing stair by stair
The hops of code remembers what the choir forgot
A melody encased in something sharp and taught
I followed the notation to a frozen page
A score that crystallized inside its age
Still a few can spy running through the bay
Treble clefers are minor key detail
Still a few dissolving into a tone
Harmony of absence resonant and alone
A conductor's baton hangs suspended in the cold
A firm modus stretched until the stories told
The orchestra bit fills with ultraviolet haze
A symphony rehearse to cross impossible days
The strings vibrate and frequencies know we can't hold
A silver composition, the luminescent boat
A silver few spiral length through the bay
Treble clefers are minor key detail
Still a few dissolving into a tone
Harmony of absence resonant and alone
The final movement opens like a wound and see
A resolution deferred indefinitely
The code usher in the stratains to arrive
A piece of music barely kept alive the audience departed
But the stage still hums
So, a residue of what the silence becomes
If sound could crystallize it would look like this
A frozen count, a point of translucent bliss
A few changes itself around the spine
A circular devotion, intricate and fine
A silver few spiral length through the bay
Treble clefers are minor key detail
Still a few dissolving into a tone
Harmony of absence resonant and alone
A silver few spiral length through the bay
Treble clefers are minor key detail