Ritual of Bianca

The

grid

is set at 440,

rigid

and

cold

Papers signed in the new home,

stories told Bianca, you held the compass,

you held the gate Helping me navigate the administrative fate {atmospheric

intro build} But my heart beats at 439,

just a hair below A subversive pulse,

a secret undertow

Not quite the standard,

not quite the norm Finding the center within the reform

{soaring layered vocal} The instruments resonate,

deep and ancient

Stretching the tuning, becoming patient

For the gratitude lives in the space we found

Where the 439 changes the sound

{breakdown

with solo percussion}

Calibrated to the soul,

not the machine The gratitude is pure,

the frequency clean.

{gradual fade with lingering

tones} {extended ritualistic

percussion

outro}