Midnight fell into my hand

Spilled like paint across the sand

I lit a match beneath the moon

It hummed a stranger’s lonesome tune

The sky bent low to speak my name

No one watched, but all things changed

I felt her breath through burning strings

Time dissolved into her wings

Dance like thunder down the spine

Break the clocks and fold the signs

She’s the shadow in the flame

Spoke my soul but kept no name

(Improvised Spoken Word – örnek metin)

She rose from the cracks in the silence,

Wearing nothing but forgotten hours.

Her voice, a rusted bell in an empty church,

Her laughter, a thread through the smoke.

Light me up…

Light me up…

Yeah—hah!

Ahhh!

Light me…

Up!

She’s still playing… in the smoke