I bowed my head and the room bowed back A thousand little moons caught along the cracks Sleeves like thunder folded over my arms I kept my hands from reaching through the dark This crown is made of quiet And quiet has weight This crown is made of quiet I learned not to break The light found the jewels before it found my face Left me half-revealed in a borrowed place Every bright thing asks to be believed Every soft thing knows how to bury grief I was not built to shine this hard I was not carved from stone I’m only breath behind a door With a throne where my name should go This crown is made of quiet And quiet has teeth It sits where the weather Used to live in me This crown is made of quiet Don’t call it grace Some things look like power When they’re only weight Don’t wake the room Don’t lift the veil Let the small moons tremble Let the low heart exhale This crown is made of quiet And quiet has weight I held it like a kingdom I wore it like a gate This crown is made of quiet But I am still beneath A body under velvet Trying to breathe Trying to breathe Trying to breathe Under all this light
