[Intro]
Oooooooo
[Paul speaking]
Where are you going?
[Pause]
Esther-
[Esther]
Hush now…
Listen to the weight of stillness…
Hear how the end begins…
With the drop… of a pin.
[Verse I — Solo voice, piano, and clarinet]
[Esther]
A single sound in the dark,
A trembling note leaves its mark.
The air stands still, afraid to spin,
At the drop… of a pin.
[Violin harmonics shimmer — harp echoes like water ripples]
[Paul]
You speak enigmatically…
Every breath you take is a mystery
What are we listening to, the sounds of the past, of history?
The open skies are my solace, you are my guide
So what secrets, Esther, do you hide?
[Verse II — Cellos and violas join]
[Esther]
The world holds its breath in the hush,
Dreams break through the quiet’s crush.
No thunder roars, no choirs begin,
Just the drop… of a pin.
[whispered choir hums beneath]
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[Pre-Chorus — Strings swell, French horns enter]
[Esther]
Every whisper, every sin,
Every life begins within.
One sound breaks the world’s thin skin,
The drop… of a pin.
[Percussion rolls softly — bass drum heartbeat, cymbal shimmer]
[Chorus — Full orchestra, choir enters in unison (piano to forte)]
[Soaring and cinematic]
[Esther]
The drop of a pin — the moment between,
Where silence is louder than all we’ve seen.
The fall of a sound, the birth of a spin,
The world awakens — from the drop of a pin.
[Choir holds “Ahh” chords — strings ascend in countermelody]
[Paul]
Where am I walking, if the ground is gone?
Why does my shadow move with none?
The air feels heavy, yet I’m so light —
Is this the dawn, or endless night?
[Piano joins — slow, echoing notes]
I called your name, but no one came,
The wind replied, it knows my name.
Tell me — am I falling in,
Or rising… on the drop of a pin?
[Esther]
Paul… can you hear me still?
Your breath has fallen quiet, still as the hill.
The world did not weep, it only sighed —
In the space between heartbeats, you died.
[Violin solo, slow and mournful]
No thunder rolled, no angels cried,
Just the hush that the soul leaves behind.
Listen… to the silence within —
That’s the drop… of a pin.
[Paul]
And in the echoes of goodbye,
I hear the promise of the sky.
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(Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh oooooo)
[Esther]
Hush now…
Listen to the weight of stillness…
Hear how the end begins…
With the drop… of a pin.
⸻
[Esther]
The drop of a pin — the spark in the deep,
Awakens the stars from celestial sleep.
Every echo, every spin,
Was born from the drop… of a pin.
[Brass triumphant, timpani thunder, choir expands in layered harmony]
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[Coda — Piano and harp only, fading]
[Esther]
[Whispered voice]
So still…
So thin…
Life begins…
With the drop… of a pin.
[Final note — celesta chime, single violin harmonic fading into silence]
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