[Seventy-Five in the Stillness] [ Verse 1: Intimate Vulnerable Vocals ] The kitchen light is buzzing like a tired old friend, I watch the calendar where all the weeks will end. A red ink circle marks the Monday coming soon, Seventy-five long years beneath this afternoon. [ Pre-Chorus 1: Building Emotional Tension, Passionate Vocals ] The clock is ticking steady on the plaster wall, I’m listening for a footstep in the empty hall. [ Chorus 1: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Oh, the quiet is a heavy kind of sound, When there is no one else to ever gather ‘round. But a life is more than silence in a room, It’s the garden of a soul that’s found its bloom. [ Verse 2: Intimate Vulnerable Vocals ] I pull a wooden chair up to the table side, With nowhere left for all these heavy days to hide. Just my 2 spirits and my dog to keep me company, A silent witness to my private history. [ Pre-Chorus 2: Building Emotional Tension, Passionate Vocals ] The golden dust is dancing in the window pane, I’m calling out to faces that I can’t explain. [ Chorus 2: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Oh, the quiet is a heavy kind of sound, When there is no one else to ever gather ‘round. But a life is more than silence in a room, It’s the garden of a soul that’s found its bloom. [Instrumental Break - Soulful Expressive Saxophone Solo] [ Bridge: Dry Upfront Vocals, Crisp Piano, Tight Rhythm ] I pour a little amber in a crystal glass, And watch the purple shadows of the evening pass. I see my own reflection in the dimming light, And whisper, "Happy birthday Jeff," into the night. [ Verse 3: Intimate Vulnerable Vocals ] I stand beside the glass and watch the city glow, The traffic moves like water in a steady flow. Where have all the years gone? I ask the orange sky, As seventy-five winters softly pass me by. [ Pre-Chorus 3: Building Emotional Tension, Passionate Vocals ] The dog is resting quiet at my tired feet, The spirits tell me that the bitter ends in sweet. [ Final Chorus: Upfront Solo Vocals, Clear Articulation ] Oh, the quiet is a sacred kind of sound, When the love I’ve known is still staying ‘round. Yeah, my life is more than silence in a room, I’m the gardener of a soul in final bloom. [ Outro: Upfront Dry Vocals, Fading Emotional Resonance ] The Monday's nearly here but I am doing fine, Sipping on the memories like a vintage wine. Seventy-five years... just my dog and me, Happy birthday Jeff... in sweet serenity.
