Rain-Stung Strings

{soft acoustic fingerpicking with faint distant vinyl crackle and ambient

rain sounds} Coffee cup and window pane,

Watching shadows catch the rain,

Tiguidou, the quiet street,

Where the day and midnight meet.

Just a whisper in the room,

Chasing off the morning gloom,

Every page a different line,

Leaving all the noise behind.

And the city breathes a sigh of gray,

washing all the heavy thoughts away,

In the quiet where the shadows fall,

We don't need to answer any call.

Paper notes and faded ink,

More than what the world would think,

Tracing lines of soft design,

Everything is slow and fine.

Just a whisper in the room,

Chasing off the morning gloom,

Every page a different line,

Leaving all the noise behind.

And the city breathes a sigh of gray,

washing all the heavy thoughts away,

In the quiet where the shadows fall,

We don't need to answer any call.

(Acoustic guitar drops to gentle single strums,

ambient cello swelling underneath) Let the static turn to dust,

In the quiet we can trust.

Breathe it in and let it go,

moving with the undertow.

{warm expressive acoustic fingerpicking solo with soft string pads} And the city

breathes a sigh of gray,

washing all the heavy thoughts away,

In the quiet where the shadows fall,

We don't need to answer any call.

(Fading acoustic strumming, gentle rain ambiance returning) Just a whisper...

Tiguidou. (Final soft chord fading into silence)