The Silence of Stone and Root (Dedicated to the light before it fails) [Intro][Intro] [Soft, intricate fingerpicking acoustic guitar] [Faint ambient sound of forest wind and distant bells] [Verse] [Breathy, intimate male vocals] [Muted piano chords enter softly] The shadows are long-legged giants on the hill They dance in the ochre, they’re perfectly still I’ve counted the buttons on your winter coat While the turpentine whispers a prayer in my throat You’re staring at fountains where the water is old I’m carving your likeness in silver and gold But the canvas is thirsty, the linen is dry Like the ghosts of the Medici passing us by [Chorus] The roots remember what the stones forget A cage of gold, or a silk-lined net Stay where the light turns to honey and wine Your breath is the silence, and the silence is mine (Ooh, the silence is mine) [Verse 2] (Banjo and soft flute enter, building a gentle layer) I bought a small loaf from the baker at dawn To trace where the edge of your spirit is drawn The oil in the kitchen, the rosemary scent Are the only confessions for where the day went You asked of my mother, you asked of the flute But the branch of the family is bitter and mute So I’ll cook you a supper of spices and grace And find all the kingdoms inside of your face [Bridge] [Slow orchestral swell: flutes, violins, and a subtle trumpet] [Ethereal vocal harmonies building up] (Music swells with brass and soft choral humming) Non andare, mio fiore, the woods are so deep There are promises older than secrets we keep My hat is a fortress, my boots are a lie But I’ll be the mountain until you can fly (Or until you decide to stay) (Stay, stay, stay) [Chorus] The roots remember what the stones forget A cage of gold, or a silk-lined net Stay where the light turns to honey and wine Your breath is the silence, and the silence is mine [Outro] [Music fades to a single flute melody] [Whispered, lingering finish] (Guitar fades to a single, repetitive note) (A faint, breathy reed flute melody plays the melody of the chorus) Mio fiore, the sun is a ghost The things that we love are the things we fear most The silence is mine... (The silence is mine) It’s all... yours... (Whispered) Te amo.
