[Intro – Spoken, Male, low and shaking] “I kept your name in the margins. Where the ink runs. Where the truth never makes the final draft.” [Soft music box melody, distant thunder, slow heartbeat percussion] [Verse 1 – Female, worn silk voice] You came dressed in thorns and theatre light Trailing wars in whispered white I held you like a prophecy That even saints would fear to see [Verse 2 – Male, quiet fury] I carved your silence into prayer Bound your sighs in sonnets there You touched me like a loaded quill Then vanished ‘fore the page could fill [Pre-Chorus – Duet, layered harmony] Your ghost speaks fluent metaphor Mine grieves like gods behind closed doors [Chorus – Both, rising with cello and bodhrán drums] You were the poem I couldn’t write All wine-stained sheets and half-said rites A riddle wrapped in softer things In blood, and salt, and wedding rings I begged the rhyme to just ignite But you were the poem I couldn’t write [Instrumental – Bowed bass trembles, music box motif returns softly, church bell tolls] [Verse 3 – Female, haunted lullaby] We danced in drafts — first kiss, first fight You laughed in ruins lit by spite I was the ink beneath your blade You were the verse I never made [Verse 4 – Male, cracked resolve] I watched you marry someone sane And whispered stanzas in the rain You kissed him like a closing scene While I rewrote what could have been [Pre-Chorus – Duet, layered harmony] Your ghost speaks fluent metaphor Mine grieves like gods behind closed doors [Chorus – Both, rising with cello and bodhrán drums] You were the poem I couldn’t write All wine-stained sheets and half-said rites A riddle wrapped in softer things In blood, and salt, and wedding rings I begged the rhyme to just ignite But you were the poem I couldn’t write [Pre-Bridge Instrumental Build up] [Duologue – Split Stereo L/R] [Left – Him:] “You said I was too much.” [Right – Her:] “You never were enough.” [Left:] “You folded my name into prayers you never meant.” [Right:] “I learned silence from you. Now choke on the quiet.” [Both:] “We were beautiful... just never brave.” [Violin shrieks — then near silence] [Bridge – Spoken + Sung fragments] "I built a chapel from the lines I never said..." "You lit candles in the wrong names." "The metaphors died waiting." [Heartbeat percussion halts. Music box slows like it's winding down.] [Post-Bridge Instrumental climax into full on final chorus] [Final Chorus – Both, slowly building to raw harmony] You were the poem I couldn’t write A fault line dressed in paper white A holy thing I dared not hold Too raw, too right, too far, too old We burned before we saw the light— You were the poem I couldn’t write [Post-Chorus Echo – Fragment Reprise] You touched me like a loaded quill… I held the quill… but not the hand. [Outro – Whispered, Female, breath trembling] > “And if I had... you wouldn’t have read it.” [Sound: A paper tear. The music box theme cuts off mid-note. One deep breath. Silence.]
