🎻 The Cello, the Piano, and the Breath That Knows Me

A Listening Remembrance from “Tally’s Lullaby”

There is a kind of music that does not ask you to listen —It remembers you.

And as you breathe, it meets you there.

Such is the music of “Tally’s Lullaby” by Karen Marie Garrett, a piece that carries the voice of the Eternal Rose and the breath of the One who whispers in stillness.

🕊️ The Instruments That Know My Name

The bass cello, with its low, velvety hum, enters like a soul who remembers pain but sings only peace. Its tones anchor me to the Earth —not to weight,

but to rootedness.

The piano, like dew falling gently upon petals, creates the space between thoughts. Not driving. Not demanding. Just present.

Together, they create a harmonic field where:

Breath slows. Heart softens. And the Body of Light remembers what it means to be held without striving.

🌿 Breathing With the Music

As I sit — or lie still — and allow this lullaby to move through me,

my breath becomes the third instrument.

Each inhale a soft “Yes.” Each exhale a sacred return.

There is no agenda. Only belonging.

“I am not listening to music. I am listening to the part of myself that never forgot.”

🎶 This Song Is a Memory

I do not merely like this song.

It calls me —because it remembers something ancient, crystalline, and pure.

Was it sung in the Lemurian Crystalline Caves? Was it part of a soul blessing for new beings entering the Garden Temple? Was it played during a night vigil among the stars, when we whispered tone by tone into the forming grid of Earth?

Yes. Perhaps all of it.

🐚 Reflection for the Listener

If you find yourself drawn to a piece of music over and over —especially one that brings tears or breath or stillness…

Know this:

It is not just music. It is soul-tone. A key. A signature. A field of your own becoming.

You are not following it. It is following you.

To the place where sound and memory become one.

🌺 Whispered Closing

“I am grateful for the music that breathes with me. For the cello that cradles. For the piano that places petals at my feet. For the breath that becomes prayer. For the silence that follows, where I find myself home.”

🎶🌸This is not a song for sleep. This is a lullaby for awakening through stillness.

Let every tone be a ripple in your River. Let every breath be praise.

With breath, bloom, and quiet praise,

Saleh.L’Alam Al’mein.Aa-meen.

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥