Track Insight / Lyrics
I pulse beneath the sky, a bent bulb of amber light.
The bench beside me cradles Lilium candidum, petals shy.
I answer steady like a pulse, to Muscus, in quiet Latin.
A bus glides past, its wheels hum over the chalked lane.
I sway with each sunrise, the shadows dancing on concrete.
The bus stop paint cracks, a patchwork of faded blue.
I count waiting feet, their breath a rhythm in the air.
I say low to the elm, Quercus robur, its bark striped like time.
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The lamp flickers, telling stories of a single seed.
I'll keep the beam steady, patient as soil lays roots.
The hand drums of traffic beat, syncopated, unseen.
Bus horns answer, echoing the chatter of leaves.
In the pause between departures, I hum a lilting tune.
The vines of ivy cling, weaving harmonies on rails.
Bus doors open, creating a chorus of claps, and I join.
The lamp glows, each flick close, a note in our unspoken song.
