Lyric

Sometimes a thought will gently land, like morning breeze so shy

But in the noise it slips away — just leaving trace behind

I tried to hold it in my hand, but never learned the way

To catch a ray of quiet light in papers of the day

Teach me the art of stillness

To hear the clouds when they are quiet

Teach me the art of making

So thoughts don’t fade in daily riot

Let every fleeting moment

Leave a mark upon the page —

In whispering trees, in morning coffee

That's where my song begins to play

The words come softly, glowing like fireflies in the night

They search for rest, a peaceful home, a space that feels just right

I’ve lost so many on the run, in all the rush and race —

But I believe they’ll find me back when silence finds its place

Teach me the art of stillness

To hear the clouds when they are quiet

Teach me the art of making

So thoughts don’t fade in daily riot

Let every fleeting moment

Leave a mark upon the page —

In whispering trees, in morning coffee

That's where my song begins to play

When the world spins far too quickly, I forget to breathe

But in stillness, I relearn how to move with gentle speed

The sky needs no explanation to unfold the day —

So I try to be like that — silent in my way

I don’t need to know it all

Or catch each passing thought —

It’s enough to be right here

To listen, feel, and not be lost

Teach me the art of stillness…

To find the beauty in the quiet…

Teach me the art of creating…

From all that’s soft, and small, and silent…