[Verse] Sunlight spills on wood worn thin, A case rests where the old oak's been. No bow, no strings, just quiet sighs, But something in the air still flies. [Pre-Chorus] Wind hums low through leaves so high, Like notes that never quite said goodbye. [Chorus] Oh, the music’s not gone—it’s waiting in the air, Echoes wrapped in dust and light. Even when the strings are still, The song remembers how to will. And if you listen, soft and true, A new tune’s born from something old and blue. [Verse] Faded velvet, scarred by time, But the shape still holds the rhythm’s rhyme. A child once played when spring was new, And every chord was something true. [Pre-Chorus] Now silence sings a different tune, But hope still hums beneath the moon. [Chorus] Oh, the music’s not gone—it’s waiting in the air, Echoes wrapped in dust and light. Even when the strings are still, The song remembers how to will. And if you listen, soft and true, A new tune’s born from something old and blue. [Bridge] One day, a hand will reach and lift, And pull the silence from the drift. Strings will stretch and bow will glide— The world will hear what wasn’t tried. [Chorus] Oh, the music’s not gone—it’s waiting in the air, Echoes wrapped in dust and light. Even when the strings are still, The song remembers how to will. And if you listen, soft and true, A new tune’s born from something old and blue. [Outro] So here it stays, in sun and shade, A quiet hope in every shade. And somewhere, someone’s just begun… to start the song the world has won.