🎼 The Weight of the Universe by... Michael Bruthor

🎼 The Weight of the Universe
by Michael Bruthor

(Intro – Lyre playing slow arpeggios, ethereal tone with deep reverb. Background silence is heavy.)

When the world collapses all at once upon our heads,
In a matter of seconds,
A shadow of hope cries out from the depths of a swamp,
From a soul beaten down by pain.

(Subtle cello enters with long, low notes. Classical guitar plucks minor chords slowly and spaced.)

Hope is reborn in the midst of the mire,
Demanding strength, pleading to carry on,
Even when we’ve already decided to give up.

(Shamanic drum emerges with slow, spaced heart-like beats. Lyre resumes with a trembling, mournful melody.)

After all, what power and mystery — so distant, yet so present —
Is this that whispers when everything crumbles
And keeps us from giving in?

(Cello rises a semitone and begins to converse with the lyre. Guitar gains slight momentum, still melancholic. Drums echo softly.)

What hidden world is this that moves our decisions,
Able to offer us veiled hopes
With such inexplicable power?

(Soft violin enters subtly with high-pitched notes, like a spiritual presence. The atmosphere grows heavier.)

When I think,
I feel the weight of the universe on me,
Saying: “You must fulfill your mission on Earth.”

(Brief pause — only one long cello note resounds. Guitar sustains the mood. Drums halt.)

The complexity of it all overwhelms me.
The choice is uncertain, difficult — but necessary.

(Lyre returns with deeper variations. Cello and guitar harmonize, pushing the character forward.)

I thought I was alone.
I believed I was free.

(Double drumbeats — like hammers of fate. Violin tenses in the background.)

But I was created.
I am not the master of myself.
Not even my free will is absolute.

(All instruments now come together in an emotional crescendo — guitar gently quickens, lyre pulses, cello deepens, drum keeps steady like a calling.)

The universe guides me.
Destiny shapes me.
My decisions...
Perhaps they were never mine alone.

(Ends with all instruments slowing down in unison. Final lyre note lingers in the void like a cosmic whisper.)


"O peso do universo não se mede em estrelas, mas nas decisões silenciosas que moldam a alma."