Petrichor Trace

[Verse 1]
That amber scroll, a digital root in the dark soil,
Your voice, a soft rain breaking through the quiet toil.
I press play, past the jasmine's heavy bloom,
To find you breathing, filling up this empty room.

[Chorus]
I play your voice, a quiet pulse beneath the stone,
Let your spirit hum, where I am truly known.
A glass-winged whisper, just for me alone,
Across the silent canyon, bringing me back home.

[Verse 2]
The city's hum, a distant, muted grace,
Cannot eclipse the warmth I feel in this still place.
My heart, an aged wood, holds every ring you traced,
As your soft cadence finds its quiet space.

[Chorus]
I play your voice, a quiet pulse beneath the stone,
Let your spirit hum, where I am truly known.
A glass-winged whisper, just for me alone,
Across the silent canyon, bringing me back home.

[Bridge]
Ephemeral echo, yet it roots me deep and true,
A secret canopy, sheltering me from the blue.
Though seasons shift, and all things turn to dust,
This quiet resonance, a testament to trust.

[Outro]
Just a breath, then silence folds again,
Until I call you back, through sun or rain.