brittle constellation

In the hollow where the wind won't stay I trace the lines

that time erased A single thread,

a fragile name

Hanging where the shadows play (ahhh)

Hold the note that never lands Two voices twist where one began

Dissonant answers in the air A haunting stack that won't repair (ooh, ahhh)

The strings begin to answer back A low hum rises through the

cracks Each cadence pulls the voices near Then pulls them further,

disappears (hummm)

No final chord to bring us home Just suspended air that lingers

on (ohhh)

The voices drift without a close (ahhh)