With every cut, a breath, a sigh,
Layers of meaning rise and fly.
Sound and silence, light and shade,
A tapestry woven, dreams are made.
In this alchemy of sight and sound,
A world unfolds, profound, unbound.
On the timeline, a tale takes flight,
It’s the art of editing, where darkness finds light.
Footsteps echo on distant ground,
rustle of leaves, a haunting sound.
With every tone, you paint the air,
crafting mosaic, beyond compare.
Fading echoes, laughter’s grace,
The pulse of life in every space.
Layers of sound, a dance, a song,
Where shadows linger and spirits throng.
Magic breathes in a painted sky,
stars appear where no stars lie.
oceans flowing through city streets,
mountains rising where none could meet.
stretching shadows into endless night,
filling dark caves with secret light.
A sun that sets in velvet hue,
a flower blooming where none could grew.
A secret art that bends the day,
blends the edges where moments sway,
matching moments, a seamless flow,
from sunlit highs to twilight glow.
blends the dawn with softest hues,
turns stormy skies to calmest blues.
the touch that makes a desert burn,
or gives a forest a misty turn.
Giving the film a final touch,
dreams wrapped in light so much.
a master crafted with care and grace,
a polished gem for a waiting space.
So here it stands, a tale refined,
a collage of moments intertwined.
ready to soar on wings of light,
to captivate souls, both day and night.