Meet Me

[Intro] [MELODY Sparse piano motif, stepwise ascent, leave space between phrases] under glass— before the sun has learned our names... the leaves keep breathing. small green flames, and morning, still in its pale blue skin, waits at the latch, to be let in.... [Verse] [MELODY] Simple lyrical phrase, mostly conjunct motion, repeated with small variation] you came in quiet as if light could hear. coat full of night hands full of near. the orchids held their difficult fire, ferns made a hush of lifted wire, and there we were— two almosts... in the warm made room, where rare things grow but do not bloom. your mouth said stay. your eyes said more. your silence found the private jury door. [Chorus] [MELODY Broader and more singable lead line, higher register, longer held notes at phrase endings] meet me where the glass keeps dawn, where the world looks in but can’t go on. where love lives warm and out of weather. where we are less, and more together. oh meet me there.... before day pours its honest gold, through all our doors. for here we live... without the roar— you, me, the private jury door. [Bridge] [MELODY Short descending figure, slightly more angular, create contrast and gentle tension] what have we made but a beautiful cage? root after root, page after page. kept from the wind, kept from the rain, kept so alive, we never changed. and I— I wanted wild! not merely safe. wanted your name, in the open day. but every time truth touched the floor, we fled again... through the private jury door...... [Final Chorus] [MELODY Return to chorus theme with fuller phrasing and subtle ornamental lift] meet me where the glass turns fire. where hidden things climb higher, higher, higher.... where all this green has learned to ache. for one clean hour of sky to break. oh meet me now, but not before we say what all this shelter’s for. love cannot live forever stored— not even here, by the private jury door. [Outro] [MELODY Reduce to fragment of intro motif, soft descent, unresolved but peaceful ending] the sun comes slow. through leaf and seam. turning our breath, to something seen. and there you stand, and there I am— no judge, no jury, just the dawn. and one last lock, one last before— then light walks in through every door