Dust & Sunflowers

[Intro - sparse piano chords, melancholic and slightly dissonant. A single cello line enters after 4 bars] [Verse 1] Grandfather built a house of clay, Sun-baked walls against the grey. Planted sunflowers by the door, Said they bloomed for all he swore. He taught me songs, a gentle hand, About the richness of the land. [Chorus - piano swells, cello becomes more prominent, a subtle drum beat enters] But the wind it shifted, cold and hard, Brought a shadow across the yard. Dust and sunflowers, a broken grace, Lost in the emptiness of this place. [Verse 2] He traded stories for the rain, Woven dreams to ease the pain. Shared his harvest, open wide, A kindness that the world denied. He taught me songs, a gentle hand, About the richness of the land. [Chorus - piano swells, cello becomes more prominent, a subtle drum beat enters] But the wind it shifted, cold and hard, Brought a shadow across the yard. Dust and sunflowers, a broken grace, Lost in the emptiness of this place. [Bridge - slightly more urgent piano chords, cello becomes more prominent] They stood so tall, a golden crown, Facing the sun, never looking down. A symbol of hope, a vibrant plea, Now scattered and broken, for all to see. [Chorus - piano swells, cello becomes more prominent, a subtle drum beat enters] But the wind it shifted, cold and hard, Brought a shadow across the yard. Dust and sunflowers, a broken grace, Lost in the emptiness of this place [Outro - piano fades out slowly and diminishes to silence.] Sunflowers… Sunflowers [Silence]