Letras
Before the tongue, before the throat, before the mouth could push a note
There was a spark behind the eyes, a need for we, not just I
Two strangers in a field of blue, a world too big to pull into
We point at stone, we point at sky like babies learning how we cry
You make a sound, I try it back, we tilt our heads, we laugh, we frown again, again
Until somehow the same small noise becomes the noun, and it's absurd, it's almost funny
We crown a rock with breath and trust as if the universe was waiting for us to name it
Rock.. dust, but it starts way deep in the secret place of thought
Where a feeling turns to reaching for a bridge we haven't got
And we push that hidden lightning through teeth and lips and air
Hoping you can hear my meaning somewhere inside the noise we share
We're breathing meaning, breathing meaning, turning silence into song
Just wind in our lungs, but we carry each other along
We shape the air, we trade a prayer, we make a world out of what's gone
It's wild, it's weird, it's holy and absurd, we're breathing meaning into words
A thought becomes a tiny storm, a spark that wants a doorway out
It rides the nerve, it hits the throat, it turns to vibration, turns to shout
A wave that shakes the waiting air, a ripple running through the room
And crashes softly on your eardrum like ocean hush
Inside your loom, your brain translates the trembling wind into a picture
A hint, in a sense, and somehow I am in your mind
Without a key, without a fence, just pulses, patterns, pressure, sound
And yet you know what I intend
How can a breath become a bridge?
How can a noise become a friend
Then we got tired of forgetting, of losing voices to the night
So we took the living thunder and pressed it flat and called it right
We dehydrated breath to symbols, to scratches, ink, and ordered lines
Little graves for spoken moments, little jars to hold the time
A thought reduced to marks and margins, a heartbeat hung on paper bones
And still we trust those silent shapes to carry warmth when we're gone
Black on white like frozen music, like footprints left in ash and snow