Where footsteps end, silence begins.
🎧 Best experienced on headphones.
“I traveled with that train,
Leaves green — then gold — then gone again.
Bare trees leaned toward the wind,
Snow fell softly, veiled what had been…”
At the White Edge is a minimalist reflection on memory and stillness — a northern landscape where sound dissolves into snow, and every echo fades into the horizon.
Blending elements of ambient, modern classical, and art-rock, the piece captures the moment between motion and disappearance — between being and fading.
🌬️ Composed and performed by Björn Lagerman
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🎵 “At the White Edge”
Lyrics & music by Björn Lagerman
Verse 1
I traveled with that train,
Leaves green — then gold — then gone again.
Bare trees leaned toward the wind,
Snow fell softly,
veiled what had been.
Refrain (Ritual Minimal)
At the edge…
white edge…
Footsteps end.
Footsteps end.
Nothing moves.
Nothing moves.
Only time…
only time…
passing through.
Verse 2
Wandering trails
of animal and man,
Frozen moments,
all that span.
By the edge
where all must slow,
Stillness hums
beneath the snow.
Refrain
At the edge…
white edge…
Footsteps end.
Footsteps end.
Nothing moves.
Nothing moves.
Only time…
only time…
passing through.
Bridge
The carrier swallowed all,
A faint breeze
through the station hall.
Traces linger
in the air,
Moments breathing
everywhere.
Coda (softly, like dawn returning)
Where the rails dissolve in white,
Maybe paths continue
out of sight.
Maybe footsteps,
faint and true,
Find their way —
to something new.
Final Refrain (existential, whispered)
At the edge…
white edge…
Footsteps end…
and nothing moves…
Only time…
only time…
passing…
and you…

At the White Edge

A sonic poem exploring the fragile line between minds.
🎧 Best experienced on headphones.
“I’m in your brain and you are in mine…”
Thin Line is a poetic soundscape about connection and distance — where thought and silence weave a fragile design between two minds.
Inspired by Pink Floyd’s sonic textures and Arvo Pärt’s minimalism, it moves between pulse and stillness, presence and dissolve.
Lyrics (excerpt):
I’m in your brain and you are in mine,
Echoes of comfort, a fragile design.
Vane on the wind, we circle the sane,
Shadows divide us, yet nothing remains...
🌌 A sonic poem by Björn Lagerman
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Lyrics – Thin Line
(Björn Lagerman)
I’m in your brain and you are in mine,
Echoes of comfort, a fragile design.
Vane on the wind, we circle the sane,
Shadows divide us, yet nothing remains.
Vane… sane… drain… lane…
Dine… fine… whine… thin line…
The clocks dissolve, the faces bend,
A spiral beginning, a spiral no end.
Voices are humming beneath the skin,
The closer I reach you, the deeper I spin.
Vane… sane… drain… lane…
Dine… fine… whine… thin line…
Brain… mine… spine… divine…
All in the circle, the same design.
Between the stars and the wires we weave,
Between the breath and the spaces we grieve,
There is a silence, a spark, a sign,
I’m in your brain and you are in mine.
Vane… sane… drain… lane…
Whine… thin line…
Brain…
🌀 Poem and music by Björn Lagerman

Thin Line

Know Your Honey with Björn Lagerman creates poetic soundscapes where words, silence, and resonance meet.
His music moves between ambient minimalism and art-rock — tracing the fragile line between minds, places, and memory.
🎧 Based in Sweden.
🌌 Between pulse and stillness.

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