Bare feet on the landing the cold turns to warmth Leaving behind every storm in the north The walls drink the quiet the darkness expands Undoing the tension of lingering hands A pulse in the stillness a breath in the air No secrets to carry no armor to wear And the notes decompose falling apart Like unclothed petals from a quiet heart Swept away by answers unspoken and clear Untouchable garden the edge of the year Smells of orange blossom early spring in the air And a flight of old stairs where we leave what we wear Beyond the threshold the room finds its peace Every vibration begging release What faded in shadow now blooms in the night A garden prohibited bathed in soft light Dawn at the window, the petals take flight Distilling the silence that governed the night The stairs remain empty, the threshold is crossed Nothing is hidden, nothing is lost Just petals in the dark... The silence takes hold...
