Lingering, (initial pre-draft, pre-lyrics)

[Style: Cinematic Dark Jazz / Ambient Fusion] [Mood: Drunk melancholy, detached observation] [Energy: Slow simmer — brooding, submerged] [Beat: Loose swing, heartbeat pulse] [Instrument: Baritone Sax, Bass Fiddle, Erhu, Low Drums, Soft Flute] [Vocal: Spoken-word, intimate, smoky tone] [FX: Warm tape compression, vinyl hiss, long-room reverb] [Intro] (Fog of sound — slow pulse, faint breath of flute) [Verse 1] Shaylah's crawled to a corner again, seducing a bottle of rum. She seems so lost, it pulls at the eye, for a time that's never quite done. On the couch Mason sinks into his E, and is happy right where he is. The textures and smells luxuriate him as reality never has. [Outro] (The room exhales. Sax breathes low. Nothing moves.)