歌詞

Before her steps, the ceiling calibrates the dusk

Its beams align without a trust

She moves beneath a softened grid

Where thought and breath refuse to rid

Held in silence, the archive reframes its weight

Its pages shift—not to reveal, but to absorb

Light, unarrived, refracts across her path

A signal shaped but not contrived remains intact

Without flare or decree, the motion holds

Memory tunes what presence unfolds

The light that doesn’t announce itself

No shelf, no stealth

It lives in what we nearly say

Then folds and drifts the rest away

The light that doesn’t ask to shine

Still finds her hand and draws the line

The branches tilt to mark her route

They echo pace but not the doubt

And in the hush beneath the grain

She lets the shape remain unnamed

Not every truth becomes a sound

Some settle where the light is found

The light that doesn’t announce itself

No shelf, no stealth

It lives in what we nearly say

Then folds and drifts the rest away

The light that doesn’t ask to shine

Still finds her hand and draws the line

Before her steps, the ceiling calibrates the dusk

And lets her pass, unnamed, unasked