A Poem of Intellect invites the listener into a deep cerebral space where sound and thought intertwine. Spoken textures melt into atmospheric tones, echoing the musings of an inner monologue turned to cosmic space. This piece by Dactyline flows like a lucid dream — part meditation, part philosophical journey. Designed for headphones and introspection.



A Poem of Intellect


how much happiness we are aloud
working hard and trying to be proud

a semblance of peace i think i found
before the world grew loud

we used to talk with eyes alone
now we text through glass and tone

the words are very different now
since the world grew loud


before the world grew loud
before our dreams reached the clouds

it was easier to see a friend through a crowd
before the world grew loud


i miss the days we heard the rain
not just the hum of distant planes

but sometimes still i find the sound
beneath a world that grew loud

beneath the noise there lives a place
where i remember every face

the world moved on, it had to change
and the silence has never felt so strange

before the world grew loud
before our dreams reached the clouds

it was easier to see a friend through a crowd
before the world grew loud

before the world grew loud

before the world grew loud

before the world grew loud


before the world grew loud

Dactyline is the sound of intuition in motion—fingertips on strings, echoes in stone, rhythm from the roots. Blending acoustic textures, ambient layers, and poetic storytelling, Dactyline moves between worlds: ancient and future, raw and refined. Each track is a trace—a line drawn in sound.

New tracks tagged ##philosophical