© Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR! Old wood chairs and a table by the glass Watching the water streak in slow lines down the pane I trace the rim of my cup The steam rising in soft curls Everything feels quiet here Under the yellow warmth of the bulb And the night pulls back its curtains To show a velvet dark I am finding my footing on the loose floorboards Where the melody holds its breath Everything opens up, deep and wide Like a long road after the storm The street outside is breathing heavy Distant tires hum a low, steady prayer I keep my coat buttoned high Just to feel the weight of the wool There is a secret in the way the keys fall A gentle rhythm for the hours that don't need a name And the night pulls back its curtains To show a velvet dark I am finding my footing on the loose floorboards Where the melody holds its breath Everything opens up, deep and wide Like a long road after the storm Just the rain And the way the floorboard sighs Home is somewhere in the pause Between the chords © Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR!
