From the recording FIVE - THE FIFTH SEASON
“The Empty Migration” mourns the sudden absence of the natural rhythms that once defined autumn, using the silence of missing bird flocks as a haunting emblem of ecological and emotional dislocation. The empty sky signals not only climate disruption—currents gone astray, instincts lost—but also a deeper human grief when the familiar markers of time and continuity vanish. Waiting with a lantern by the gate becomes a quiet vigil for both the birds and the certainty they once brought, turning the lost migration into a metaphor for the fragility of memory, tradition, and our connection to the living world.
Lyrics
Verse 1
October sky, a canvas wide,
Once alive with a restless tide.
We used to wait for the beating sound,
The feathered rivers that never touch ground.
Chorus
Empty migration, the heavens stay still,
No blackened wave on the autumn hill.
A hush where the wild horizon sang,
Only echoes of wings that never sprang.
Verse 2
Frost on the meadow, the twilight thin,
I strain to hear where the flocks begin.
The compass falters, the currents stray,
The maps of instinct have blown away.
Chorus
Empty migration, the heavens stay still,
No blackened wave on the autumn hill.
A hush where the wild horizon sang,
Only echoes of wings that never sprang.
Bridge
The sky forgets the roads it drew,
The north grows warm, the south turns blue.
I keep my lantern by the gate,
For songs of wings that come too late.
Final Chorus
Empty migration, the heavens stay still,
No blackened wave on the autumn hill.
A hush where the wild horizon sang,
Only echoes of wings—
that never sprang.