# A Song Beneath the Floorboards *Langley Corey* [Intro – Muffled violin, creaking floorboards, distant humming] [Female – Whispered] Shh... Do you hear that? There's something singing Underneath the floor. I thought I'd buried it... But it's still there. [Verse 1 – Soft, haunting female alto] There's a house inside my memory, Where the windows never shone. Where I learned to keep my breathing quiet, And call the silence home. I tucked my songs beneath the floorboards, With the things I couldn't say. Buried every little melody, So nobody could take them away. They said my voice was just a nuisance, That my dreams were wasted air. So I learned to hum in secret, When I thought nobody was there. [Pre-Chorus – Lonely violin rises] But there's a knocking in the timber, There's a heartbeat in the walls. And a tune I thought I'd forgotten Keeps on answering my calls. [Chorus – Sweeping Celtic violin] There's a song beneath the floorboards, There's a voice beneath the dust. There's a girl who never stopped singing, Even when she thought she must. There's a melody in the wreckage, There's a rhythm in the rain. And the notes I tried to bury Keep on whispering my name. Oh, the world can keep its silence, I won't live there anymore. There's a song beneath the floorboards... And I'm opening the door. [Verse 2 – Fingerpicked guitar, intimate vocals] I remember singing softly, When the rest of the house was still. Letting little pieces of my heart Escape against my will. I'd write a verse on scraps of paper, Hide them where nobody knew. Afraid that if somebody heard me, They'd destroy those feelings too. Now there's music in the kitchen, Little rhythms in my feet. A half-forgotten lullaby I catch myself humming in the street. And I don't know when it happened, When the fear began to fade. But today I sang without thinking... And I didn't feel ashamed. [Pre-Chorus – Layered ghostly harmonies] The house still knows my secrets, But it doesn't get to keep All the songs I wrote in darkness, All the dreams I put to sleep. [Chorus – Fuller orchestral strings] There's a song beneath the floorboards, There's a voice beneath the dust. There's a girl who never stopped singing, Even when she thought she must. There's a melody in the wreckage, There's a rhythm in the rain. And the notes I tried to bury Keep on whispering my name. Oh, the world can keep its silence, I won't live there anymore. There's a song beneath the floorboards... And I'm opening the door. [Bridge – Music fades to a single heartbeat] [Whispered] I used to think my voice Was something I had to earn. Something worth hiding Until I learned to be better. But music was never a prize For being good enough. It was mine. Even when I whispered. Even when I cried. Even when nobody listened. [Soft singing] And if my voice shakes, Let it shake. If the notes break, Let them break. I'd rather sing imperfectly Than disappear again. [Final Chorus – Triumphant violins, angelic harmonies] THERE'S A SONG BENEATH THE FLOORBOARDS! AND IT'S RISING THROUGH THE STONE! Every word I thought was worthless Has been waiting to come home! There's a symphony in my sorrow, There's a heartbeat in my name! Every note that I abandoned Is returning like a flame! Let the old house shake around me! Let the windows flood with light! I won't bury one more melody Just to make somebody's world quiet! There's a song beneath the floorboards... And tonight, that song is mine! [Outro – Piano, soft violin, gentle humming] [Whispered] I thought the music died When I stopped letting it out. But all those years... It was waiting for me. [Soft singing] La-la... la-la... I'm still here. [Final whisper] And I still have something to sing.
