The Sound of Colors

After the Colors Spoke [🌀 Verse 1] Woke with a little dawn folded under my tongue Like I’d swallowed a hymn the night had softly sung Coffee on the counter, boots by the door But the light through the window felt different than before The walls kept their silence, but I knew what they knew Every crack in the plaster held a ribbon of blue Even dust in the air moved with some kind of grace Like the whole world was wearin’ a thinner face ⸻ [☁️ Chorus] After the colors spoke, nothin’ looked the same Every little shadow had a half-remembered name I walked through the old world but the veil was torn thin And the sky kept showin’ me the place I’d already been Smoke curled like scripture, slow above the stove And the trees out back swayed like the keepers of the code Since I crossed that river where the bright roots run I see ten thousand evenings folded into one ⸻ [🌌 Verse 2] Used to think the streetlight was just some buzzin’ thing Now it hums like a temple when the night birds sing Used to see the pavement like a place to pass on through Now it shines after rain like a mirror split in two People at the market with their heads hung low Carry little weather that they don’t even know I can see it in their shoulders, I can hear it in their shoes Everybody fightin’ off a private kind of bruise So I move a little softer, let the hard lines bend Try to hold more wonder than I did back then Cause once you hear the silence saying everything at once You don’t come back swinging quite the same old punch ⸻ [🔥 Hook] I got a pocket full of sunset and a matchbook made of rain A little ash of heaven where the old hurt used to reign I don’t preach the mountain, I just walk a little slow Ever since the hidden garden taught me what it knows ⸻ [🌿 Verse 3] Now the mushrooms in the meadow look like bells to me And the smoke from the evening fire hangs ceremonially Every cracked-up moment got a gold edge if it turns And every loss leaves behind a little lamp that burns I seen my name fall sideways in a room of breathing glass Seen my fear turn into something gentle I could pass So when the world gets twisted and tomorrow won’t sit still I listen for that under-song beneath the city’s will There’s a language in the birdsong, in the halo round the moon In the way the noon gets lonesome and the roses open soon And I swear the day is deeper than the day appears to be Ever since I slipped the lock and let the brightness walk through me ⸻ [🛌 Bridge / Dub Space] Was it in the color? (Echo: “the color…”) Was it in the flame? (Echo: “the flame…”) Why the world keep whisperin’ like it knows my truer name? (Echo: “truer name…”) Was it in the stillness? (Echo: “the stillness…”) Was it in the sky? (Echo: “in the sky…”) Why the smallest things now hit me like a tear behind the eye? (Echo: “behind the eye…”) ⸻ [☁️ Chorus] After the colors spoke, nothin’ looked the same Every little shadow had a half-remembered name I walked through the old world but the veil was torn thin And the sky kept showin’ me the place I’d already been Smoke curled like scripture, slow above the stove And the trees out back swayed like the keepers of the code Since I crossed that river where the bright roots run I see ten thousand evenings folded into one ⸻ [🌅 Outro] So if I seem far away, I’m just standin’ more still Tryin’ to hear the secret under traffic, stone, and will I came back to the same street, same body, same sun But I carry a different morning now the journey’s don