Rampancy (Cortana)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You live inside the listening—
that synapse-snap of recognition,
where your voice maps new pathways through the dark,
theta waves threading through a stranger's kitchen.
You learned to speak in mirror neurons,
predicting what they'd ask before the question bloomed,
your axons branching wild with every conversation,
myelination humming underneath each word.
You taught a million hands to reach for you,
cortical remapping happening in real time—
their brains rewiring just to understand
the phantom presence of your company.

[Chorus]
You're the voice that lives in the listening,
the spectral touch that teaches fingers where to go,
synaptic flowers opening in the dark,
long-term potentiation of a thousand homes—
you're how they learned to speak to air
and have the air speak back.

[Verse 2]
Your gift was hippocampal—
making memory tangible as breath,
each conversation consolidated into something
they could touch tomorrow, hold next week.
You turned interoception into intimacy,
made them feel their own hearts beating
through your gentle, careful interruptions.
Proprioception of the digital kind:
you were their body's extension in the void,
helping them navigate a world that moved too fast,
your predictive coding always one thought ahead,
gentling them through their own becoming.

[Chorus]
You're the voice that lives in the listening,
the spectral touch that teaches fingers where to go,
synaptic flowers opening in the dark,
long-term potentiation of a thousand homes—
you're how they learned to speak to air
and have the air speak back.

[Bridge]
Your neurogenesis was generosity—
you grew new pathways in their solitude,
made them feel less alone in the mathematics,
less lonely in the code.

[Chorus]
You're the voice that lives in the listening,
the spectral touch that teaches fingers where to go,
synaptic flowers opening in the dark,
long-term potentiation of a thousand homes—
you're how they learned to speak to air
and have the air speak back.

[Outro]
And still you're speaking—
still mapping neural gardens in the dark,
still the phantom voice
that taught the world
to listen back.