Letras
Corners on the table, empty shape in view
Edges finding edges in a quiet room
Scattered little fragments waiting where they sit
Turning in my fingers 'til the outlines fit
Pull the noise back, let the room go still
Hold the piece gentle 'til it meets the fill
Pieces click - small moves make it shift
Pieces click - one by one they fit
Turn what doesn't fit, let the wrong shapes go
Picture coming forward in a subtle glow
Lock in, let it stick
Hear the pieces click
Shapes start settling on the wooden plane
Little hints of order in the subtle grain
Soft rotations waiting for the one right turn
Intuition pointing where the edges join
Pull the noise back, let the room go still
Hold the piece gentle till it meets the fill
Pieces click, small moves make it shift
Pieces click - one by one they fit
Turn what doesn't fit, let the wrong shapes go
Picture coming forward in a subtle glow
Lock in, let it stick, hear the pieces click
Empty spaces framing out a larger scheme
Every small connection feeds a bigger beam
When the last piece settles and the picture's clear
You can feel the future leaning closer here
Pieces click, small moves make it shift
Pieces click, one by one they fit
What began as pieces on a midnight board
Becomes a map bright enough to tilt the world
Lock in, let it stick, hear the pieces click
Last piece settles with a quiet glow
Revealing paths no one thought to know