TWO WINDOWS, ONE MOON 🌙🪟🪟 After Babel · Divan Duet Hear me while I am still here [Intro — whisper] In the beginning was the Word. The Word became light and tore the sky. I was the stone. You were the mortar. We rose… and forgot how to hear each other. [Chorus I] Hear me while I am still here. Late tears are no rain on dry earth. Love me while I am still here. Do not price me after I am gone. [Beyit I — Babel] We built a tower so heaven would learn our name. Pride in every stone. Fear in every floor. Your mouth another alphabet, my chest another fire. One word became a wound. My silence became goodbye. Skin understood without a translator. The soul was held at customs. Close as two countries. Separate as two silences. [Chorus I] Hear me while I am still here. Late tears are no rain on dry earth. See me while I am still here. Do not value me too late. [Beyit II — Pharaoh] A second tower rose — not of stone, of throne. “I am your highest lord,” he said. The Nile still ran. Freedom dried in the eyes. The whip spoke one pain. The palace wall heard nothing. The heaviest chain is not iron. It is a man who thinks himself God. [Chorus II — small] Hear me… Not the sentence. The thing crushed under the sentence. Some lines do not leave the mouth. They leave the wound. [Beyit III — two hearts] You called me hard. I called you far. You said pride. I said fear. Inside I said stay. My lips said go. You took the leaving. I kept the unspoken stay. Babel rose again between two hearts. [Chorus I] Hear me while I am still here. Late tears are no rain on dry earth. I will not complete you by making myself less. [Bridge — Moses] The sea did not part first. Walking through fear parted it. No throne is forever. No cruelty climbs all the way to heaven. A voice: Walk. Those who walked found the other shore. [Break — female whisper] No me llores tarde… Do not cry for me after I am gone. Not while I am falling. Hold me before I fall. Hear me… while I’m still here. [Beyit IV — tongues] The same ache given other names: love, patience, prayer, farewell. Where you said stay, I heard go. Where I said forgive, you heard forget. Tongues divided. Hearts drifted. The goodness inside a person still speaks one language. [Chorus III — great] Hear me while I am still here. After a heart goes quiet even the most beautiful word arrives late. Some souls do not become precious when lost. They are lost because they were precious. Let Babel fall. Let the throne collapse. Though the tongues differ, let mercy meet in one place. [Closing beyt] Whatever You do, make it beautiful, Lord. Meet us in the intention before the word. Let pain become mercy, parting become wisdom, late tears become prayer. I am not angry at the tower. Ruin is not always punishment. It is coming back down to ground level. Face to face. Eye to eye. No tower. No throne. Unarmored. Human. [Chorus I — last] Hear me while I am still here. Know me not by my words. Know me by my silence. Love is not saying don’t go. Love is hearing before anyone leaves. [Outro] The same moon. Two windows. One broken tower. A throne gone quiet in the distance. Tongues differ. The prayer is one: Whatever You do, make it beautiful. And in the night, one turning voice: Hear me… while I am still here.
