The Lemon Pie’s Quantum Zest

** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ The Lemon Pie’s Quantum Zest ------------------------------ Neon Lounge 🎶 LEMON PIE SONG CONTEST🍋🥧 ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree https://hyperfollow.com/TheLeftHandTree https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YZwC61jMSuTjAlDC6Vm1K https://www.youtube.com/@thelefthandtree Thanks for stopping by and checking out the track. === A lemon pie perched in existential pause, its yellow skin a sunbeam trapped mid-laugh, its citrus grin sour as yesterday’s sky. Flaky crust, crumbled promises, a chemistry of butter and regret. Time had whisked, but never folded; the zest clung to its tang, sharp-edged, missing the sugar it once knew as truth. The baker stared, a clock ticking behind her, hands dusted with flour, her brow furrowed like the dough she’d stretched thin. This wasn’t just dessert IT WAS DEFIANCE, a dish torn from timelines unseen. Somewhere between heat and memory, she had lost the recipe for sweetness, forgotten the pinch of balance that made tartness tender. She dreams: of time travel, of stars folded into pastry, galaxies sprinkled over custard skies. To pluck a teaspoon of starlight, to knead gravity into a filling smooth as silk this pie could rise again, its bitterness tempered, its lemons golden instead of bitter ash. But for now, it remains a riddle, a yellow enigma glaring back. How can a dish so warm be so cold at heart? The clock chuckles in tick-tock riddles, the oven hums its low, indifferent tune. And yet, in the pie’s spiral of citrus, there is a story: of comets peeled by starlit hands, of planets sliced to find their cores. A pie that tastes of distances closed, a bittersweet message folded into crust, time’s own geometry charted in lemon zest. The baker sets the pie down, watches its surface quiver in defiance. She knows it cannot stay. She must feed it to the past, send it through the tunnels of lost minutes, to an hour where yellow still means spring, not decay. The pie hums. It always knew. It is not an ending; it is an offering. Lemon becomes light, crust becomes stardust, and the missing sweetness, that phantom taste of balance, is found only when it’s gone. So she waits, her hands empty but not idle, and watches the pie vanish a memory rewritten before the first bite. === ** Music and Lyrics ** ** The Left Hand Tree ** ------------------------------ The Lemon Pie’s Quantum Zest ------------------------------ ©TheLeftHandTree https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree