The afternoon drew lines across
A room that neither gained nor lost
The light came in at just a tilt
Where silence gathers what is spilt
Not every quiet asks for sound
Some rests are meant to not be found I sat inside that golden ray
And simply had no words to say The
dust moved slow like thought unformed
A hush that kept the corners warm No curtain stirred,
no page was turned
No part of me was being burned Not every quiet asks for sound
Some rests are meant to not be found I sat inside that golden ray
And simply had no words to say
When light speaks soft against the floor
It asks for nothing, only more
The clock did not announce its pace
It only watched the shifting space
And in that hour's quiet fate No feelings begged to be conveyed
Not every quiet asks for sound Some rests are meant to not be found
I sat inside that golden ray And simply had no words to say
It wasn't peace or even pain Just light and breath and no refrain