Enigmatic Grace (v2)

Lyrics

The Grand Hall waits, a silent stage Each gilded frame, a painted dream
She turns the page of time and age A ripple on a velvet stream
The chandeliers, they hold their gleam As if afraid to cast a shade
Her silhouette, a waking theme The piano sighs, a single chord
The violins begin to weep A world where motion's what the ceiling keeps
She floats where gravity just sighs The air itself becomes her crown
A silent storm behind her eyes No single whisper, not a sound
She moves, a riddle taking form An elegance that can't be held
Beyond the calm, before the storm A story whispered, never spelt
A staircase spirals up to nowhere She steps, and it becomes a path
A gown of smoke, a captured prayer Escaping every earthly wrath
The dancers pause, a painted crowd Their breath is caught, their gaze is glued
She spins, not fast, nor ever loud A solitary solitude
What holds the floor from underneath? What lifts the notes the strings now play?
Is she the air, the rising breath? Or just a dream that won't give way?
She offers nothing, takes no hand Just glides where logic starts to fray
A foreign queen in this strange land And time itself begins to sway
She floats where gravity just sighs The air itself becomes her crown
A silent storm behind her eyes No single whisper, not a sound
She moves, a riddle taking form An elegance that can't be held
Beyond the calm, before the storm A story whispered, never spelt
And in her wake, the hall still bends A moment caught, an endless grace
A question whispered, never ends Etched on the beauty of her face
Etched on the beauty of her face