# Fermata ### Verse 1 A mark in music that means hold For as long as the moment needs. The page stops counting the time. Whoever holds the note decrees. The song does not stop there. We keep braiding melody, words and feeling The pause belongs to the held breath, The not-yet of chorus saved for the healing. ### Verse 2 Some days the pause is a window opened. Some days a weight held at arm’s length in the rain Some days it’s both, brutal and beautiful. A price paid purposefully in peace and pain. The rarest pauses are a person, In a place the noise won’t follow A doorway holding space and time, Today on one side, and then tomorrow. ### Chorus A rest is not the absence of music It’s silence written in the score. It counts the same as any note, And it will count for evermore. ### Verse 3 In Japanese, the space is drawn as light Inside a gate called Ma, and it’s true The sun stands easy on the threshold No one else says when it moves through. Some people are the shining in the gap, Warm on both sides of the door The kind of life you set your course by, A lamp light left burning on the shore. ### Piano interlude / fermata ### Verse 4 Slack water, the sailors call it When the tide has nowhere it needs to be, Neither coming in nor going, The glorious green still alive in the sea. Petals meet on water like that Orchid, dahlia, bluebell, blossom in spring Drifting the same slow circle, Loved and not asked for a single thing. ### Chorus A rest is not the absence of music It’s silence written in the score. It counts the same as any note, And it will count for evermore. ### Final section And if the page stops counting, The ones who love you keep the beat, And the mark above the whole long bar Says the word that makes the song complete; ### Coda Hold.
