[OPEN] One door. Two windows. Emergent wall. Telephone call. Curtains draw. Dim around midnight. Pale upon throne— waiting for the room to finish. [VERSE 1] One door, two windows, emergent wall. Something begins where nothing stood at all. Telephone call— no voice at first. Only a chord trying to become a word. Curtains draw. The light goes thin. Corners arrive. The ceiling leans in. Dim around midnight, pale upon throne— somebody listening to a room become known. [HARMONIC LIFT] One note— then another— then something between. A shape in the sound that was never quite seen. One voice below. One voice above. Falsetto catching the edge of enough. [REFRAIN] ONE DOOR— TWO WINDOWS— OPEN WIDE. Something is building on the other side. Emergent wall— come into view. Nothing was missing until it grew. ONE DOOR— TWO WINDOWS— LIGHT THROUGH GLASS. Every little structure lets another one pass. [VERSE 2] Telephone hum under the floor. A little vibration becomes something more. Curtains breathe. The room responds. A distant harmony moves through the walls. Chair in the corner. Table in bloom. Every object adds another room. Pale upon throne— still and bright— watching the architecture assemble from light. [INTERLUDE — PLUCKED COUNTERPOINT] pluck— answer— pluck— reply— one little figure keeps climbing the sky. Low voice enters. High voice bends. A third one appears where the second one ends. [FALSETTO BLOOM] Ah— there— higher— there— something opened in the air. Ah— near— clear— bright— every wall has learned the light. [REFRAIN — CHANGED] ONE DOOR— TWO WINDOWS— OPEN MORE. The room is larger than it was before. Emergent wall— softly drawn. The telephone rings after the caller is gone. ONE DOOR— TWO WINDOWS— NO STRAIGHT LINE. Everything inside keeps changing with time. [BRIDGE] Dim around midnight. Pale upon throne. The room keeps building without being shown. One voice becomes two. Two become four. Four become something the room cannot store. [HARMONIC EXPANSION] Oooh— hold— rise— turn— let the inner voices cross and burn. Oooh— fall— lift— stay— every harmony opens another way. [FINAL REFRAIN] ONE DOOR— TWO WINDOWS— EMERGENT WALL. Telephone ringing through all of it all. Curtains draw. The midnight thins. The room keeps opening from within. ONE DOOR— TWO WINDOWS— PALE IN GOLD. Something becoming without being told. [OUTRO] One door. Two windows. ... Still opening. [HARD END]
