A string remembers
A wire replies
One sings in silver
One burns through ice
I found the hall behind the winter
Where no street lanterns dared to glow
Its doors were carved with silver splinters
Its steps were buried under snow
Inside, the velvet seats were watching
The chandeliers held back their breath
A violin beneath the curtain
Was tuned to something after death
Then from the dark, a guitar answered
Low as thunder under stone
And every mirror in the chamber
Woke to show me lives unknown
One note called me closer
One crack crossed the floor
One life stood behind me
One life begged for more
The violin rose like a question
The guitar answered, “No”
This is the glass concerto
Where every mirror knows my name
I hear the life I never lived
Calling through the frame
This is the glass concerto
Let every broken echo rise
If I must choose the one I am
I’ll leave the others in the ice
The first reflection wore my laughter
Before the world had taught me fear
She danced through rooms of golden afters
And never learned to disappear
The second held a crown of ashes
A queen of everything I lost
She smiled beneath a sky of flashes
And never asked about the cost
The third stood still behind the silver
With colder eyes and open hands
She whispered, “Every life you bury
Still remembers where it stands”
One string turned to thunder
One chord split the air
One truth in the mirror
Pulled me from the stair
The violin cried like forgiveness
The guitar refused the prayer
This is the glass concerto
Where every mirror knows my name
I hear the life I never lived
Calling through the frame
This is the glass concerto
Let every broken echo rise
If I must choose the one I am
I’ll leave the others in the ice
Silver against fire
Grace against storm
Memory against hunger
The self against the form
I asked the phantom, “Was I wrong
To let the softer futures die?”
She said, “No life is ever lost
While someone dares to ask it why”
She touched the strings, the room was burning
With silver dust and shattered light
The mirrors showed me not my failures
But all the selves that fought the night
I was the child, I was the widow
I was the coward, I was the flame
I was the hand behind the window
Still learning how to speak my name
Break the glass
Not the memory
Break the frame
Not the face
Break the fear
Not the melody
Break the silence
Not the grace
This is the glass concerto
Where every mirror knows my name
I hear the life I never lived
Calling through the frame
This is the glass concerto
Let every broken echo rise
If I must choose the one I am
I’ll leave the others in the ice
This is the glass concerto
No reflection owns my soul
I will gather every fracture
And still become whole
The hall grew still
The moon turned white
One mirror sang
Then broke the night
A bow begins where silence ends
A wire burns, then bends again
I walk out through frozen glass
With every life I might have been
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