The Orchard of Quiet Things [Verse 1] There is a garden behind my eyelids, Where apple trees remember spring. The air tastes softly of peppermint And forgotten lullabies still sing. A ginger cat sleeps by the window, Dreaming of birds it cannot name. While morning stitches golden ribbons Into the fabric of the rain. [Chorus] Maybe time is just a river Learning slowly how to bloom. Maybe stars are seeds of silence Growing flowers in the moon. Do not ask the wind for answers, It was born to wander free. Every leaf knows secret languages, Every shadow keeps a key. [Verse 2] Grandmother keeps old summer evenings Inside blue jars upon the shelf. And somewhere clocks have stopped believing They can measure life itself. There are butterflies in the attic, Sleeping in forgotten light. And the dust upon the bookshelves Turns to galaxies at night. [Bridge] Nothing needs a name forever. Nothing has to be explained. Even oceans come back singing After seasons full of rain. [Final] If one day you cannot find me, Follow scents of thyme and pears. I will be beneath the apple blossoms, Speaking softly to the air. And perhaps the world is beautiful Not because it stays— But because it disappears.
