

Charcoal lines on textured paper
Steaming mug beside the frame
Tracing shapes of quiet strangers
No one here to know my name Just the rhythm of the
pencil
Softly catching on the page
Let the world outside keep spinning fast
In this corner time is moving slow
Every stroke of shade is made to last
In the warm afternoon glow
We are sketching out the hours
Letting all our worries go
Raindrops tap the window pane
Inks are bleeding blue and grey
Sipping on a warm espresso
Watching shadows drift away
Captured in a single moment
Nothing more we need to say
Let the world outside keep spinning fast
In this corner time is moving slow
Every stroke of shade is made to last
In the warm afternoon glow
We are sketching out the hours
Letting all our worries go
Just a sketch...
In the glow...
Letting go...