The world’s asleep, the clocks stand still,
Only whispers, soft and real.
Coffee steam and glowing screen,
Chasing ghosts inside a dream.
Before the dawn, I come alive,
In this hush, my soul will write.
Every thought becomes a flame,
Every sound will call my name.
Moonlight rests on paper white,
Notes are falling, black and bright.
No applause, no one to see,
Just the song and only me.
Before the dawn, I come alive,
In this hush, my soul will write.
Every thought becomes a flame,
Every sound will call my name.
When the daylight starts to bloom,
Dreams will fade but leave perfume.
All the silence, all the pain,
Turns to music once again.
Before the dawn, I disappear,
But my song remains sincere.
When they wake, they’ll never know,
Where the morning light began to glow.
