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Can you hear it?
The wind.
The rain.
The Voices.
No footsteps, no voices calling,
Silence pressed against the walls.
The clocks have stopped, the wind is silent,
And yet we listen to the sky.
A breath, a heartbeat, a quiet tone,
A soft, but not lonely sound.
Out of the silence, a long lost song is born,
That we have held on to all along.
We need sound.
We need music.
Life needs music.
To live, we need music.
To live, we need to be heard.
We saw him in the square,
Architect of sound, staring silently.
He had never heard sound,
Orphe's ears are deaf.
Can you hear it?
The Strings.
The Drums.
The Melody.
Echoes in the dark.
The city sings without words,
A symphony yet to be heard.
From silence to roar, from sparks to flame.
Leaving with sound the way it came.
Life needs music.
Life needs music.
Life needs music.
He had never heard sound.
