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Song of the last meeting
A trance / vocal trance release from 0zkMusic.
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Lyrics
I entered the house of night,
a candle gave its light.
The mirror showed my face,
a shadow, no embrace.
It’s over, my dear one,
the silence says it’s done.
I slip the glove, so cold,
the last thing left to hold.
The sky refused to glow,
your steps dissolved in snow.
No longer yours, nor mine,
two paths that can’t align.
A whisper turned to air,
the night was stripped and bare.
The final breath was thin,
an end that won’t begin.
The idea#
Akimatova’s cold room translated into trance shadow: house of night, candle, mirror showing a face that is only shadow—no embrace. “It’s over, my dear one,” silence as judge; the glove slipped off, last cold thing to hold. Steps dissolve in snow; two paths that cannot align. Dark-uplifting drive makes farewell processional rather than whispered only.
Sky refuses glow; whisper becomes air; night stripped bare; final breath thin—“an end that won’t begin.” The beauty is ceremonial minimalism: almost nothing happens, and everything ends. I hear dignity in the refusal to beg the meeting longer. The last meeting is already memory while it occurs; the song simply keeps the candle steady until the glove is gone.
