Where does the music fall to earth?
Where does this fragile hope take birth?
At midnight, heavens split wide,
Toccata cuts through the tender sky.

In one bright flash, it all comes clear,
The weight of words we held so dear.
They plunge to darkness, struck by light,
And power fades into the night.

A rose-hued veil, so soft and thin,
Wraps the world in a gentle spin.
It trembles softly, shocked awake—
Coincidence, a spark that shakes.

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