[Intro - Soft Saxophone] [Verse 1] I held on to the shape of silence Tried to mold it into meaning But stillness is not absence Just a softer kind of breathing Glass threads between my thoughts Stretched, then vanished into air I never saw the moment shift But the weight was not there [Chorus] Open hands, open heart Let it fall, let it part No need to catch what moves away It was never mine to start [Verse 2] Not every answer speaks in sound Some dissolve in quiet light Patterns fold and come undone And somehow still feel right The fear of loss, a tender myth The self we shed, a bloom beneath There’s no end, just change of shape Each letting go gives breath to grief [Chorus] Open hands, open heart Let it fall, let it part No need to hold what drifts through dusk It was never torn apart [Bridge] Release is not a weakness It’s the language of the tide We learn the song of openness By ceasing to decide [Outro] Gone, not missing Drift, not broken Held, in open air
