"Phantom Orchestra"

0:00–0:35 | Intro – piano murmurs, violins trembling]

(Instrumental: faint piano droplets, violins beating like a frail heart)

In this hall with no doors, where no dawn forgives me,

you draw the bow across the fragile bones of memory.

Every string is a vein you once set on fire,

every shaking note a name buried under desire.

I dance alone on marble worn by centuries,

lace trailing the ghosts of forgotten victories.

You never left—

you only became the silhouette pulling breath from my chest.

Crystal chandeliers fall in weightless motion,

marking time with the remnants of devotion.

You smile from the balcony, pale and severe,

the conductor who burned the final page we held dear.

Phantom Orchestra, play me again,

break my ribs into stardust and sin.

Let my voice tear the roof from this tomb,

let it rise where the heavens erased my perfume.

Our love is a requiem never allowed to close—

you signed each bar with the bleeding of a rose.

And still I reach the note carved into the sky,

even when my lungs whisper their last goodbye.

(Instrumental: piano trembles, strings spiral like falling light)

Black roses bloom where your fingers once bled on the keys;

each thorn whispers “forever,” then vanishes on the breeze.

You promised eternity with one fragile breath—

yet eternity here tastes like slow, velvet death.

I kiss your shadow on ivory turned cold stone,

it tastes like a heart shattered and overthrown—

sharp, sweet, and breaking, exactly like our own.

You ask through the wind why I remain,

when even the moonlight forgets your name.

I answer in silence carved from fear:

“Only in ruins can I still feel you near.”

Phantom Orchestra, tear me apart,

set fire to the strings of this hollow heart.

Let flames climb the curtains of my white-laced past,

let my scream be the prayer that ignites at last.

I died the night you abandoned the song—

but I live each time its echo carries me along.

(Thunderous timpani, glass harmonica crying like winter wind)

Phantom Orchestra, consume me alive,

turn my ashes to notes no angel can survive.

Let my voice strike lightning across the black sky,

let the universe tremble and finally ask why.

I was born to be broken inside your refrain,

I will fade on the highest note of your name.

And when silence believes the battle is done—

I’ll still be singing…

for you never stopped the song.

And if someday you return to this grave,

you’ll find me still dancing

on the single

fragile

string

you never

cut…

(One last piano note dissolves into silence.)