Deciding the Shape of the Spark

(Verse 1) I found you humming in my pocket, Warm but not asking to be loud. Every time I try to name you, You slip away into the crowd. You don’t sound like a chorus yet, You don’t want a beating drum— You feel like something half-awake That isn’t sure what it’s become. (Pre-Chorus) If I rush you, you go quiet, If I push, you pull apart. So I hold you like a question With both hands around my heart. (Chorus) Are you a story or a song? Are you a whisper I got wrong? Do you want colors, do you want lines, Do you need silence, do you need time? I won’t force you just to start— I’m deciding the shape of the spark. (Verse 2) I’ve seen ideas dressed too quickly, Wearing shapes they couldn’t keep. They looked fine from far away, But never really got to breathe. You keep shrinking when I hurry, You get sharper when I slow— Like you’re asking me to listen Instead of needing me to know. (Pre-Chorus 2) Not everything is meant to shine, Some things glow when left alone. Maybe form is just permission To let you choose your own. (Chorus) Are you a story or a song? Are you a feeling passing on? Do you want movement, do you want still, Do you want fingers, do you want will? I won’t carve you from a chart— I’m deciding the shape of the spark. (Bridge) You don’t owe me something finished, You don’t need to prove you’re real. You just ask for gentle borders So you don’t lose how you feel. If you end up small and quiet, That doesn’t mean you missed your chance— Some ideas are born to walk, Not every one was meant to dance. (Final Chorus) Maybe you’re not ready yet, Maybe this isn’t your form. Maybe you’re a note I carry Through the calm and through the storm. I’ll let you be what you are— Not a product, not a plan. I’m deciding the shape of the spark By listening as best I can. (Outro) No rush. No frame. No need to harden the light. You’ll tell me When you’re ready To take shape.