Whispers rise in the quiet light

Frozen stars drift out of sight

A breath, a sigh, a fading flame

We are echoes without name

Dust to dust, we fall, we fly

Through the mirror of the sky

Silent voices, crystal calls

We dissolve as starlight falls

Hands of time that can't be held

Dreams like snow begin to melt

In the stillness, soft and wide

We return to where we hide

Can you feel the shimmer pass?

Glass on glass, a breaking mass

In the hush, the cosmos hums

We become what we become

Dust to dust, no need to cry

We are stars that learned to die

Light to shadow, breath to flame

All returns from where it came

We were never meant to stay

Only pass, then drift away

Dust to dust...

and on...

and on...