[Intro] Don't scratch it out yet… Just let the pen sit. Listen to the strings… for a second. [Verse 1] Dust dances in the afternoon sun— A blank white sheet, a project half-begun. Your fingers trace the grain of the wood, Letting the silence sit where the sentences stood. I'm absentmindedly picking the same soft chord, Watching you stare at the edge of the page… The coffee went cold about an hour ago, But the shadow hasn't moved on the studio floor. [Verse 2] What if the next chord doesn't resolve? What if we just let the line dissolve? Try shifting your hand down to the fourth fret— Play the progression we haven't touched yet. Leave the second line completely bare, Let the listener find what's missing there. Don't look at the screen… don't over-refine, Just hum the first melody crossing your mind. [Bridge] (Try it again…) Slide the finger down… down to the G. (Don't rush the bend…) Hear how the string hums against the wood? Maybe that line doesn't even need to rhyme— Just let it hang right there. Look over at me… See? The chord fits. [Chorus] We're just drifting through the afternoon light, No shadows to clear, no pages to fight. The pencil is blunt, the paper is torn, But this little corner is quiet and warm. Just hold the note steady and let the amp hum— We'll know when the next song is ready to come. [Outro] There… That's the melody. Leave the page blank for tonight. We found the space.
