Obsidian Echo

[Verse 1]
The screen glows obsidian, a silent, waiting plea.
My thumb finds the pattern, familiar as my own hand, you see.
Two years unravel, a whisper caught in time,
Your voice, a phantom thread, pulls me back to that climb.

[Chorus]
That obsidian echo, a sound I can't let die,
A single loop of you, beneath this indigo sky.
That obsidian echo, a truth I still can hold,
A story in your cadence, brave and raw and old.

[Verse 2]
I trace the lines on my palm, your laughter starts to bloom,
An ancestral cadence, breaking through the silent room.
Each word, a cochineal dye, vivid on my soul's loom,
A quiet resilience, piercing through the modern gloom.
It mends the frayed edges, the doubts I thought were sewn,
This quiet incantation, a seed you had sown.

[Chorus]
That obsidian echo, a sound I can't let die,
A single loop of you, beneath this indigo sky.
That obsidian echo, a truth I still can hold,
A story in your cadence, brave and raw and old.

[Bridge]
Some say it's just a ghost, an ephemeral design,
But your voice, a living pulse, where memory and spirit twine.
A sacred invocation, keeping your essence near,
Dispelling the distance, calming every fear.

[Outro]
My hand still holds the story, a whisper on the wire,
That endless obsidian echo, fueling my quiet fire.