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Narrative gothic song with lyrical depth. Lyrics video — original music and lyrics. Narrative universe: Sanen. “The Cracked Violin” is told from the perspective of an instrument, a companion in creation and silent witness to Kael. It speaks of a love that consumes, of an artist who empties himself in order to love, and of a muse still human, whose wound transforms, unwillingly, whatever she touches. The violin does not judge. It sees the destruction before it unfolds, it suffers, and yet it accepts, out of loyalty to the one it calls its brother. This song is not an idealized love story, but the account of a sacrificial bond, where art, love, and loss intertwine, until even death becomes a passage, rather than a rupture. ——— LYRICS ——— I remember the wind on our windows, your fingers searching for a note. Before painting and appearances, the world vibrated between you and me. You put my melodies away in the shadows, for evenings that carried you away too quickly I heard the oil, the nights falling, and your silence at the edge of the strict canvases. She spoke of art as one sells gold, her voice cutting through our laughter of before. I wanted to scream with all my might that her gaze would slowly extinguish you. I vibrated for you, even forgotten, I will vibrate for you, even far away I will keep your note deep in my wounds. Without your breath inside me, I am nothing but cracked wood. Your tears slipped into my fibers, searching for a place to calm down. We cried like in a book that she keeps trying to close. I hated her for turning you away, I understood her for her armor. I don't absolve her for breaking you, but I see where her wound came from. I vibrated for you, even forgotten, I will vibrate for you, even far away I will keep your note deep in my wounds. Without your breath in me, I am but cracked wood. One night, her world closed in, and her echo slipped into my voice. “Memento mori,” icy breath, And her tenderness appears in me She was no longer breath or face, but a muse born of sorrow. I became her gentle passage, to give you back your own path. Her forgiveness resonates in my strings, a light I could not hold back. And her breath soothes my crack. We are the fusion that heals the tears. And in our mingled voices that resonate, the shadows find a serene place. What life separates, music forgives: and your hearts vibrate with the same refrain.