[Verse 1]  
The silence isn’t silent —  
It echoes like a storm.  
I hear the things you didn’t say  
In every quiet form.  
Your laughter used to fill the air,  
Now it’s just a trace —  
A melody I chase.

[Pre-Chorus]  
I hold the scent of you in dreams,  
But morning steals it fast.  
I fear the day I won’t recall  
The voice that couldn’t last.

[Chorus]  
This is the sound of what’s missing,  
The echo of your name.  
This is the ache I keep kissing,  
To feel you just the same.  
I cling to every memory,  
Like petals in the rain.  
This is the sound of what’s missing —  
And hope is what remains.

[Verse 2]  
I trace your shadow on the wall,  
Though light has moved away.  
I speak to you in silent thoughts  
That never learn to stay.  
Your smile was once a symphony,  
Now just a fading line —  
Still, I call it mine.

[Pre-Chorus]  
I hold the rhythm of your steps  
Inside my hollow chest.  
I fear the day I won’t recall  
The way you used to rest.

[Chorus]  
This is the sound of what’s missing,  
The echo of your name.  
This is the ache I keep kissing,  
To feel you just the same.  
I cling to every memory,  
Like petals in the rain.  
This is the sound of what’s missing —  
And hope is what remains.

[Bridge]  
I choose to keep the candle lit,  
Though winds may try to steal it.  
I choose to sing what still survives —  
The love that time can’t kill.

[Final Chorus]  
This is the sound of what’s missing,  
The hush that holds your face.  
This is the ache I keep kissing,  
The last and only grace.  
I cling to every memory,  
Though silence calls my name.  
This is the sound of what’s missing —  
And hope is what remains.

The Sound Of What's Missing

The Sound of What’s Missing

Chants rituels, ballades folk, textures ambient, jazz intime, rock cathartique… en Mhàraé, français, anglais et gaélique. 

Ritual songs, folk ballads, ambient textures, intimate jazz, cathartic rock… in Mhàraé, French, English and Gaelic.

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