Lyric

I stood inside the circle

With my shoes against the floor

The air moved around the others

And left me as before

My shadow reached the carpet

My breath entered the light

But nothing bent around me

Nothing knew my height

I spoke into the weather

It carried someone else

My voice returned unbroken

And quieted itself

I am present, but I do not land

I leave no weight behind

My voice does not change the air

My name does not change the line

The floor forgets my pressure

The room forgets my sound

I stand among the living

But never settle down

Their laughter found the ceiling

Their hands warmed up the glass

I watched the evening gather

And let my outline pass

Someone looked across me

As if I had been there

A shape the room allowed

But did not have to bear

I answered when they needed

I nodded when they turned

But every small reflection

Had nothing of me learned

I am present, but I do not land

I leave no weight behind

My voice does not change the air

My name does not change the line

The floor forgets my pressure

The room forgets my sound

I stand among the living

But never settle down

No one had to miss me

No one had to look away

The space was built around me

Without needing me to stay

I did not disappear there

I only failed to sink

A body at the table

With no weight beneath the skin

I am present, but I do not land

I leave no weight behind

My voice does not change the air

My name does not change the line

The floor forgets my pressure

The room forgets my sound

There is no weight in the room

When I am not around

I leave and nothing shifts there

The air resumes its shape

A chair returns to silence

A door forgets my weight