Lyric

A late sun warms the curve of busy hands

Petals hover half a beat above the pavement

The city tilts between the warm and cool

We hold the seam and keep the movement patient

April air holds two temperatures at once

A rising tenderness that stays contained

White drifts like punctuation in the light

We feel the edge without a louder name

Blend the warm with the cooling breath of dusk

Tilt the scene a fraction and step inside

Carry the seam where two kinds of light collide

Shop signs dim and colors soften at the rim

Petals skim along the gutters then let go

The hour frames a margin we can keep

A gentle negotiation between ebb and flow

April air holds two temperatures at once

A rising tenderness that stays contained

White drifts like punctuation in the light

We feel the edge without a louder name

Hold the changing tone without a claim

Set your step into the rhythm of the shift

Move with the soft exchange as it declines

Petals gather at thresholds like small proof

We pass and leave the outline of the hour

The breeze composes a softer kind of day

We walk the balance all the way