THE GODS WENT QUIET AT NOON

Driftline Sky Reggae · Sheng + Musical Saw · Smooth Male Voice)

Tempo: slow, unsteady, gently hypnotic.

Groove: reggae-derived but fluid, never locked; rhythm sways like heat.

Sheng: primary voice — breath-chords, slow spirals, suspended tones that feel instructional, ceremonial.

Musical saw: drifting hallucination layer — wide vibrato, syrupy bends, entering like mirages.

Vocals: smooth male voice, intimate, lucid, slightly detached — like someone narrating from the inside of a thought.

There was a morning

before the question

When thoughts arrived

already answered

The sky spoke plainly

through the walls

No one wondered

who was calling

Every order

felt like weather

Every word

was not your own

You didn’t think

you listened

You didn’t choose

you were shown

The gods were loud

when the mind was split

They filled the silence

we hadn’t met

The gods were loud

when the world was new

They spoke because

we couldn’t yet

Stress arrived

like heat in stone

Cities shook

the inner throne

Voices stumbled

lost their tone

Commands cracked

into metaphor

Instructions blurred

into suggestion

Echo turned

to inner sound

And something new

began to form

A center

no one crowned

CHORUS (VARIATION)

The gods grew faint

when pressure rose

They couldn’t survive

interpretation

Every voice

had to explain

And silence learned

to mean creation

BRIDGE — THRESHOLD

Some still hear them

when the lights go thin

In hunger

fever

war

or skin

When stress outruns

the present frame

The past returns

and speaks again

Hallucinations

aren’t mistakes

They’re ancient doors

that sometimes shake

FINAL CHORUS

The gods went quiet

at noon one day

When thought learned

how to stay

No thunder left

no final sign

Just a voice

that said

“this one is mine”

soft male voice, almost spoken

The gods didn’t leave us…

They taught us how to speak.