Eco

What you are hearing
It's not me anymore
It's the echo, of the echo, of the echo
Of a feeling
Its fleeting light
Shining from another time
A distant leaf carried back and forth by the wind

I, however
Feel that you are here
Defying the laws of time
And distance
Subtle, perhaps
As real as a fragrance
A brief moment of grace

Echo, echo
Slowly filling the space
Of my empty embrace

What I sing now
Will continue
Latently drifting in the ether
Eternally
Inert, like this
Waiting for that listener
To awaken its centuries-old echo of Sleeping Beauty

Echo, echo
Slowly filling the space
Of my empty embrace

What you are hearing
It's not me anymore
(It's not me anymore)