From the recording LP 20 THE NEARNESS
These lyrics weave a mythic-romantic vision in which two souls—Call and Echo, or their human incarnations—recur across the epochs as a single musical essence broken into two voices. Each verse reframes their meetings in different historical textures: the primordial silence, the Renaissance painter’s studio, the shifting modern city, the digital future. Their encounters are never fixed, always fleeting, yet always formative: loss teaches, distance shapes, and recognition awakens. The repeated image of the “chord the dawn once knew” signals that their union is older than time itself, a harmonic origin that the universe continues to replay in stone, fire, ink, rain, waltzes, streets, screens, and memory. The river, running through eras and embodiments, becomes the witness that carries their story forward. In this cycle of eternal reunion and separation, love is not merely an emotion but a cosmological principle: each time they meet, the world begins; each time they part, something essential falls silent.
Lyrics
WE MEET IN EVERY AGE
[Verse 1]
Before the names, before the years,
Before the first remembered tears,
We were a breath the dark could feel,
A single note before it healed.
The silence opened like a door,
And we were parted to be more.
[Chorus 1]
We meet in every age again—
In stone, in fire, in ink, in rain.
Though distance shapes the lives we live,
The seam of time is where we give.
We were the chord the dawn once knew—
We part, we call, we echo through.
[Verse 2]
A river glimmered under stone,
A painter’s hand, a heart undone.
Your gaze was light I could not frame—
My colors broke beneath your name.
The city turned, the current ran,
We learned how loss first makes a man.
[Chorus 2]
We meet in every age once more—
On quiet steps, on workshop floors.
The moment holds, the moment fades,
The river keeps what love has made.
We were the chord the dawn once knew—
We part, we call, we echo through.
[Verse 3]
A ballroom waltz, a gallery,
A street of smoke and memory;
A future lit by mirrored screens—
We found each other in-between.
Each time the world begins to bend,
We are the start of it again.
[Bridge)
Ah—where the centuries unfold,
Ah—where the hands remember old,
Ah—where the heart returns to true,
Ah—we are the chord that made the new.
[Final Chorus]
We meet in every age we are—
In thought, in touch, in wound, in star.
Each time we meet, the world begins;
Each time we fade, it ends.
We were the chord before all things—
We are the river as it sings.
[Outro]
“The river remembers.”