Lyric

Daylight thins and edges cool around the lane

Petals loosen and begin their small descent

They touch the air like questions that do not ask

We follow where the light allows us to bend

White drifts in measured lines across the street

A quiet choreography without applause

We watch the fall and hold a softer chest

This small unmaking keeps what we were

Trace the arc of light as each one falls

Lean into the gentle current of the air

Move between what brightens and what calms

Windows catch the motion and turn it mild

Shadows lengthen without claiming how we move

A bell of distance rings but does not demand

Petals stack like notes that never prove

White drifts in measured lines across the street

A quiet choreography without applause

We watch the fall and hold a softer chest

This small unmaking keeps what we were

Gather the thin bright pieces at your feet

Guide the drift where evening makes its path

Remain between the color and the shade

Dusk arranges itself in careful layers

We learn to step around the light that yields

Petals settle, the air keeps one small glow

We move along the softened rows