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Silence Pulls Back is the new song of Roland Ionas Bialke. You can support the artist by sending a Bitcoin donation to the following wallet: bc1qk27xl9xm32x6t83p4h4u7j32ut2ez5whkplh7p Song: Silence Pulls Back Artist: Roland Ionas Bialke Record: Strings Above The Sky Published: 2026 Roland Ionas Bialke - Silence Pulls Back No wires left across the sky No visible design The air hangs loose, untethered now No pressure in the spine The crowd stands still without a cue No signal sent or planned They shift a little out of habit Like ghosts without a hand If I let go, who moves you now? If I step back, then tell me how Your bones still sway without attack Is it me — or silence pulling back? I lower what was never seen I open up my fist No snapping thread, no final cut Just something slightly missed I say a word — it doesn’t spread It falls beside my feet No wildfire in the undertone No rhythm in the street If I let go, who moves you now? If there’s no throne, no sacred vow Why does the world stay on its track? Is it me — or silence pulling back? If I was weight upon your chest Why does breathing feel the same? If I was fire inside your veins Why doesn’t anything change? The sky does not collapse or split No thunder, no divide The world goes on politely numb With nothing left to hide Maybe I was scaffolding Maybe I was skin Maybe I was just the shape You poured your panic in Remove the hand The motion stays If I let go, who moves you now? If I dissolve, then answer how Your hands still rise, your heads still bow If I am gone — then who is now? I feel no pull beneath my skin No tremor in the thread No higher twitch above my own No whisper overhead Or maybe it’s so quiet now The strain is simply thin Maybe silence is the string That’s always lived within If I let go, who moves you now? If there’s no master left somehow Why does the rhythm still come back? Is it me — or silence pulling back? If no one holds the strings… Why do you still sway?