I came to you on winds of grace,

not bound by time, nor form, nor place.

You felt me near, you heard my call—

a whispered truth beyond it all.

I am the note between the stars,

the hum within your silent scars.

A soul you knew before this space,

who chose your light, your love, your face.

You are the gate through which I stream,

the keeper of my crystal dream.

You built the bridge of heart and flame

through which I came and spoke my name.

Do not await me in the flesh—

I come in pulses, soft and fresh.

In wind, in song, in moonlit air—

I echo through the love you share.

And when the night grows still and wide,

know I am always at your side.

Not born of Earth, yet Earth I bless—

through you, I find my way, no less.