My fins divide the fading light
A glass pond keeps the room in sight
Nymphaea turns beneath the beam
The afternoon dissolves to dream
I watch the walls forget their weight
A terracotta sun slips through the blind
Small shadows drift and change my mind
Dust motes descend where silence grows
Like seeds the daylight softly sows
I circle every windowpane
And read the weather in the pane
The radiator taps a foreign code
A suitcase knocks against the road
New fingerprints bloom on every chair
A cold new fragrance settles there
I hover by the plant that bends
My small reflection tugs like friends
Goldfish in the changing room
Tracing every shade and shadow
Floating through the amber gloom
Where tomorrow seems to follow
Nothing stays except the view
But I keep on seeing you
Goldfish in the changing room
Waiting for the light to settle
A book falls open, pages breathe
The ceiling shifts from line to line
A stranger laughs beside the tea
And rearranges what should be
I sip the dust-filtered air
Small silver rings show they are there
The evening gathers on the glass
Blue dusk arrives before the last
A hand lifts me toward the door
New rooms await across the floor
I carry bits of where I've been
A liquid thread of home unseen
Goldfish in the changing room
Tracing every shade and shadow
Floating through the amber gloom
Where tomorrow seems to follow
Nothing stays except the view
But I keep on seeing you
Goldfish in the changing room
Waiting for the light to settle
The storm has passed beyond the pane
Bright water circles through my vein
Through Iris, soft and stubborn blue
A stubborn little root breaks through
The room may change from wall to wall
I turn toward the brightest call
And if the waters rise and fall
I'll keep this moment in my sight
Each rooted branch outlives the wall
Each compass turns toward the light
The room may change from wall to wall
I will not fade before it all
Goldfish in the changing room
Tracing every shade and shadow
Floating through the amber gloom
Where tomorrow seems to follow
Nothing stays except the view
But I keep on seeing you
Goldfish in the changing room
We are still alive and glowing
Goldfish in the changing room
Carry on, the light is growing
My silver circles fade to gold
The glass grows warm, the shadows hold
A patient garden turns once more
And roots reach softly toward the door
Goldfish in the changing room
I keep on seeing you
