Lyric

In the quiet of my room

With sawdust in the air

Or sketches drying on the table

I forget you’re not there

I build these shelves with trembling hands

Fix up that old machine

Bake bread just to feel the warmth

That you took from me unseen

Every piece I carve or draw

Holds a part of what I feel

But no matter what I make

I can’t make what’s truly real

So I sing

What I couldn’t say

All the weight I hide

Finds a place to stay

In melodies and lines

That drift and fade

Maybe when the music ends

My heart won’t feel this way

Roasting beans at break of dawn

Hoping to clear my head

Each sound, each spark, each subtle tone

Repeats the words I never said

You linger in the spaces

Between chords I try to find

Like the silence after thunder

Or a truth I left behind

So I sing

What I couldn’t say

All the things I lost

Still try to stay

In melodies and lines

That drift and fade

Maybe when the music ends

My heart won’t feel this way

It might take a little while

But I’ll make it through each day

And maybe when this song is done

You’ll gently slip away