#6 Accretion (A Planet Forms)

Dust to dust, but dust to stone Grain by grain, you build a home Static cling and gravity's thread A pebble born where nothing spread Accretion, accretion, slow and true From nothing, something sticks to you Hold on, hold on, don't let go The world begins with a single snow A billion collisions, a silent war No sound in the void, no closing door Just van der Waals and a chance embrace A pebble, a boulder, a spinning face Accretion, accretion, slow and true From nothing, something sticks to you Hold on, hold on, don't let go The world begins with a single snow (Spoken over soft percussion like falling sand) One hundred million years of this. Stick. Stick. Stick. Gravity rewards the persistent. Now you're a planet. Now you're a heart. Now you're a cradle. Now you're an art. Accretion, accretion, you made it through The dust remembers what no one knew Hold on, hold on, you're almost whole A planet forms from a broken soul (Single piano note. Then the sound of a heartbeat.)