─── ❖ ──🎙️ ── ❖ ───♥️ ─── ❖ ──🎹 ── ❖ ─── STORYTELLERZ 1946 MINI EVENT 🎵 https://discord.gg/storytellerz 🎵 ─── ❖ ──🎙️ ── ❖ ───♥️ ─── ❖ ──🎹── ❖ ─── LYRICS: MAFALDA FUMMEL ─── ❖ ──🎙️ ── ❖ ───♥️ ─── ❖ ──🎹 ── ❖ ─── Some people find each other in the wrong decade, the wrong city, the wrong life. And still. She fled Europe with a secret she still carries. He walked away from his family the night he came home from the war. Both far from looking. New York, 1946. A supper club. A piano. Seven steps across a stage. The war is over. And some things are just beginning. ─── ❖ ──🎙️ ── ❖ ───♥️ ─── ❖ ──🎹 ── ❖ ─── I moved the ashtray to the left The way I do when nothing's changed Poured my coffee, read the weather Told myself I felt the same But the cup was warm too long in my hands And I couldn't name the street outside Seven steps is all it was Seven steps and somewhere I lost the thread I'd tied I walked the long way into work Took Ninth instead of Tenth Told myself it was the weather Told myself a lot of things But Theodore's letter stayed unread And Camus stayed closed beside the bed He sat down at the keys at noon And played the thing he should have said Something moved Between the dark and morning Something moved And won't go back to still I'm not saying what it was I'm not ready for the naming But something moved And I can feel it still I know the weight of what I carry I've held it long enough to know its shape I wasn't looking for a hand to share it I wasn't looking for a way to lay it down But you played one-handed on the bench And left the other one for me And I don't know what to do with that Except stand here and let you see I've lived inside the middle distance It kept me whole, or close enough I wasn't asking for a reason To come back all the way inside But I said "Elliot" in the dark And your real name meant something true And I don't know what to do with that Except walk in and look at you Something moved Between the dark and morning Something moved And won't go back to still I'm not saying what it was I'm not ready for the naming But something moved And I can feel it still I don't know what this is. I know. I'm not— I know. A beat. The room. You're still here. You're still here. So I moved the ashtray back again To where it always used to be Poured us both a cup of coffee Set the second one for you And I sat down at the piano Didn't play, just let my hands rest there Felt the keys still warm from last night Felt us standing in the air Something moved We're not pretending otherwise Something moved We'll call it what it is when we know We're not saying it was nothing We're not saying it was everything But something moved Moved and we're not letting go
