Violin case rests on splintered floor
Rain writes songs on warped and weathered skin
Bow kisses strings where calloused fingers score
Music bleeds through cracks the storm blew in
This porch holds the weight of wandering souls
Creaks soft beneath the fiddle's midnight rolls
Lightning paints the yard in silver light
Wood remembers every note tonight
Fingers numb from highway miles and cold
Find warmth in grain that drank a century's sun
Melody climbs like smoke through rafters old
Storm and song decide to run as one
This porch holds the weight of wandering souls
Creaks soft beneath the fiddle's midnight rolls
Lightning paints the yard in silver light
Wood remembers every note tonight
Camera flash catches rain on horsehair bow
Teen eyes frame the moment, quick and gone
Shutter clicks where lightning-struck shadows go
Porch becomes a stage for breaking dawn
This porch holds the weight of wandering souls
Creaks soft beneath the fiddle's midnight rolls
Lightning paints the yard in silver light
Wood remembers every note tonight
Nails sing low when vibration finds its home
Joists hum deep where footsteps used to roam
Every plank a witness, every board a friend
Storm passes but the music doesn't end
Dawn breaks wet across the pickup bed
Violinist packs the case and tips his hat
Porch exhales the night that it has kept
Sweeter for the song, sweeter for that
This porch holds the weight of wandering souls
Creaks soft beneath the fiddle's midnight rolls
Lightning paints the yard in silver light
Wood remembers every note tonight
Morning light drinks rain from splintered grain
Old pine stands ready for the next refrain