Breath of Canzonetta

(ooh) Stay with the air as it opens

Soft on the edge of the room

Memory bends into the silence

Time learns a gentler tune

Breathe low, let the heart lie still

Held in a tender blue

Old grace moves through the quiet And leaves the world

renewed

Under the weight of the evening

Wood and string softly align

Thought turns clear in the dimness

Calm takes the shape of a line (ahhhh)

Rest in the slow afterglow