Echoes Beyond the Veil
There are no lyrics. Only breath; stretched thin across time, across distance, across silence.
Echoes Beyond the Veil is not a playlist. It’s a descent, or perhaps a rise. A sonic thread woven from the ancient reed of the duduk and the soft gravity of Rumi’s verses. Here, music becomes vapor: part prayer, part memory, part invitation.
This is not music you listen to.
This is music that listens back.
Each note moves like incense; slow, curling, intentional. It doesn’t push, doesn’t explain. It lingers. It knows something you’ve forgotten. And gently, it reminds you.
Best experienced alone.
Candle lit. Curtain drawn.
The kind of silence that is not empty, but waiting.