Lyric

A single drop within your palm, falling soft and light

Gaze into the water—what is reflected in your sight?

Is it the color of the sky, turning dull and gray?

Or the color of a tear, from a heart that’s gone astray?

Once it overflows, it sinks into the clay

Disappearing, flowing, drifting far away

Fleeting moments, passing by

Returning to the earth, or the open sky

But even when the shape is gone

The ripple of the dream goes on and on

A single trail upon your palm, where the droplet used to be

Look into the shadow—tell me, what is it you see?

Is it the dream of fallen flowers, scattered on the ground?

Or the dream of a restless wind, making not a sound?

If it returns to the heavens without a wish being found

It’s changing, vanishing, where the clouds are bound

The memory of warmth that touched your hand so long ago

Inside that silver echo—what is it you come to know?

Is it a night when you cried for joy, under a heavy moon?

Or the rhythm of a beating heart, singing an ancient tune?

When you recall the moment, will it fade too soon?

Will it vanish in the dark... or float back like a tune?

It doesn't disappear

It's just changing form

Your smile is the light after the storm

Fleeting moments, passing by

Returning to the earth, or the open sky

The shape may leave, the drop may fall

But your smile is the answer to it all

Floating up... rising through the hall

Inside your palm

Inside your heart

A smile floats up