The Ancient Tone

Fuzz‑light rising on the edge of the dune
Phaser‑winds humming in a violet monsoon
Footsteps echo in a circle of sand
Moog‑pulse beating like an unseen hand

Mellotron voices drift in spiral arcs
Whispers tracing constellations in the dark
Tribal drums rumble like a memory awake
Patterns unfolding in a cosmic quake

I feel the inner star turning slow
Waves of color where the wild currents flow
Through the haze, I hear the ancient tone
Calling me back to the place I’ve always known

Wah‑guitar bending like a solar tide
Shadows dissolve where the dreamworlds collide
Harmonic layers bloom in radiant streams
Carving new shapes in the map of my dreams

I feel the inner star turning slow
Waves of color where the wild currents flow
Through the haze, I hear the ancient tone
Calling me back to the place I’ve always known

Light in the dust…
Breath in the stone…
The path unfolds…
Where the mind has flown…

I feel the inner star breaking free
A rising signal through the endless sea
In the glow, I hear the future form
Shifting the sky into something reborn