"Echoes of Meddle"

In the gentle rise of morning light,

A breeze that whispers, soft and slight,

An open door to unknown shores,

The past dissolves, the future roars.

And we meddle with the waves and skies,

Lost in sound where mystery lies.

A flicker here, an echo there,

Floating free in deep despair.

Feel the pulse of a restless heart,

Bound and chained, yet worlds apart,

Silent cries on an empty shore,

Searching, drifting, wanting more.

A dog’s bark echoes on the wind,

Through green fields where dreams begin,

Fear and wonder, blended tight,

Casting shadows on the light.

And we meddle with the waves and skies,

Lost in sound where mystery lies.

A flicker here, an echo there,

Floating free in deep despair.

Down we dive into oceans deep,

Where whispers haunt, and secrets creep.

From one single note, the sound expands,

Touching souls, joining hands.

In endless waves, we come undone,

Each note a spark, a rising sun,

Guided by echoes from within,

We find ourselves where we begin.

And we meddle with the waves and skies,

Lost in sound where mystery lies.

A flicker here, an echo there,

Floating free, we’re everywhere.