Escherian Sunrise (with Gödel)

Letra#

[Intro — 4 bars]
(soft piano loop, reverse swell)
the drawing wakes / the stone remembers

[Verse 1]
The architect dreamed stone and light,
Of stairs that circle into dawn,
Where up meets down in braided height
And lost returns to what is gone.

Hands test the air for solid ground,
A railing where no edges stay;
He maps a loop that wraps around—
Tomorrow's yesterday.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold your breath: the blueprint bends,
Frames unframe the view again—

[Chorus]
The sun rose, falling through the sky,
The shadows climbed instead of fell;
Birds turned to fish and swam on high—
No single dawn could ever tell.

[Verse 2]
Waterfalls marched up the walls,
Columns twisted left and right;
Tiles tessellated moving halls,
Darkness flowering into light.

Steps ascend to their own base,
Courtyards echo endless tread;
Every path becomes a place
You haven't left—and yet.

[Pre-Chorus]
Count to four; the grid miscounts—
Paradox in small amounts—

[Chorus]
The sun rose, falling through the sky,
The shadows climbed instead of fell;
Birds turned to fish and swam on high—
No single dawn could ever tell.

[Bridge — Gödel]
A logician came at break of day,
With careful symbols in his hand:
“I’ll prove the sunrise stays this way”—
He couldn’t make the sunrise stand.

“For systems built on axioms pure,
There live true things they can’t approve;
This line declares—inside the frame—
It cannot be proved.”

(whispered answer)
incomplete, incomplete—

[Post-Bridge Refrain]
Some truths move where proofs can’t fly—
(incomplete—) watch the morning self-apply—

[Chorus]
The sun rose, falling through the sky,
The shadows climbed instead of fell;
Birds turned to fish and swam on high—
No single dawn could ever tell.

[Verse 3]
“Come walk,” the dreamer softly said,
“Where endings pull the first step near;
Let logic loosen one thin thread—
The whole design appears.”

Theorems taste their own bright tail,
Ladders lean on what they prove;
Sunrise finds its resting veil
Right where numbers cannot move.

[Final Chorus — lift]
The sun rose, falling through the sky,
The shadows climbed instead of fell;
Birds turned to fish and swam on high—
What’s true exceeds what we can tell.

[Outro]
(lithograph hush)
reason bows, the light goes on