Ivory Lattice

Fingers tracing paths on ivory keys

Finding where the quiet things remain

Every note is a map to the dark

Every chord is a spark in the cold

Oh, we sing

what we cannot hold (ohhh)

Dust is dancing in the afternoon light

Silence is a language we

both know

Let it ring out,

let it fade away

Until the echo

is all that we have left

Just a song on the wind (mhmmm)