semiotic halflings, nah? E09a’p

[Verse 1] A gallery of thought, where dreams collide, Brushstrokes whisper secrets, ‘bout where them colors hide. In stretched-canvas time, so enduring a symphony, Each stroke of revelation, a soul’s soliloquy. (Ah...) [Chorus] Echoes of semiosis, whispers in the air, Every hue a story, every line a prayer. Articulations unfolding, such silence they decree, A dance of interpretation, another spirit set free. (Set free...) [Bridge] In the cathedral of creation, we find our voice, Through the language of expression, we rejoice. In the silence of the canvas, in the stillness of the stone, We find ourselves reflected, in the art we've known. (Oh...) [Drop] (Colors blend and swirl, melodies unfurl, In the tapestry of time, we find our rhyme.) In the echo of semiosis, we find our song, In the gallery of creation, where we long to belong. [Verse 3] In every curve and angle, a tale untold, A testament to passion, in marble veined with gold. (Oh...) But who's the artist, and who's the muse? In this dance of creation, who’s chosen, who will choose? (Ah...) [Chorus] Echoes of semiosis, whispers in the air, Every stroke a confession, every echo a prayer. Articulations unfolding, in silence they decree, So dance interpolation, you-soul set free. (you so set free...) [Outro] Thus as each curtain falls, your lights dim low, To unify with strange truths, in your afterglow. For in each brushstroke, in each sculpted line, We find again our universe, our art divine. (Oh.h..h) [End] [End]