We Are Their's

[Verse 1] [PERFORMANCE: Reverent, intimate, slow-breathed, with quiet awe; let each image arrive gently and clearly] sing unto me of the moon and the stars— and our patient planets, those round old bells swinging in the black-blue hush night kneels down with silver on its hands, and earth (dear bruised earth) goes whirling still like a prayer not finished [Refrain] [PERFORMANCE: Slight lift, warmer tone, more open vowels, memorable and singable without pushing; wonder made human] we are theirs for one blinking minute— brief hearts under a borrowed sky, inside this enormous song [Verse 2] [PERFORMANCE: A touch more motion and color; still restrained, but with clearer rhythmic pulse and subtle forward energy] let mercury whisper his quick small fire, let venus lean like love in a window, let red mars mutter of iron and ache jupiter rolls his bright marbles of storm, and saturn wears his beautiful maybe like a ring of remembered music [Refrain] [PERFORMANCE: Repeat with slightly more confidence and breadth; deepen the emotional center, not the volume] we are theirs for one blinking minute— brief hearts under a borrowed sky, inside this enormous song [Verse 3] [PERFORMANCE: Hushed, spacious, more inward at first; then gradually brighten with human longing and astonishment] beyond, where the cold ones dream— uranus sideways with wonder, neptune blue as a thought too deep to speak, and little pluto keeping time and here are we: breathing our small astonishment, looking up as if light itself might answer to longing [Final Refrain] [PERFORMANCE: Fullest emotional release, noble and expansive, still controlled; end with tenderness rather than bombast] we are theirs— for one blinking minute, brief hearts under a borrowed sky, inside this enormous song not because the heavens are ours, but because we are theirs and earth keeps turning through the hymn of the dark