[Intro, warm and unassuming, a room settling into itself, soft breath before the first line] a pencil scratching somewhere the low murmur of something on low volume [Verse 1, close and conversational, noticing without announcing] nobody is asking anything of me right now nobody needs me to be anything but here you are doing your own small thing I am doing mine, a few feet away the lamp is doing what it always does the room is doing what it always does and I don't know why tonight it is suddenly enough to undo me a little [Verse 2, the same ease, a little more present] no one said a remarkable word no one turned to look at me and smile it was just the ordinary shape of an evening all of us breathing in the same small space I used to think I would notice happiness by how loud it arrived but it came in on the sound of a page turning and the hum of something warm in the next room [Bridge, instruments soften, the realization settling without fanfare] nothing is happening here and that is exactly the thing I am not waiting for the good part I am already inside it [Chorus, warm and even, opening gently, never lifting into volume] so let this be enough the pencil, the lamp, the low hum of you let this ordinary room be the whole of what I needed [Outro, gentle resolution, full stop ending] I will not remember the date or what was said, if anything was said at all I will remember only this that we were all here, and it was enough
