[Cinematic chamber choir. Female contralto—heartfelt, unhurried, playful. Cello, soft piano, upright bass. Spacious, quietly epic. Fade to quiet.] [Verse 1 — intimate, sparse] Dropped into the pond rings ripple to shore and somewhere a stone learns to sing [Verse 2 — gently playful] Bed-headed one hair points north seeking God [Verse 3 — dry, unhurried] College days I majored in wandering minored in doubt [Chorus — melody opens slightly] Who’s that typing in my brain— not again [Verse 4 — darken slightly, cello underneath] A dripping faucet holds the rhythm of the cave where gods rehearse [Verse 5 — light, spacious] No swings here but the clouds agreed to push me [Instrumental — cello and piano, spacious] [Verse 6 — tender, graceful] Ballet snail makes its entrance by tomorrow [Verse 7 — playful, understated] On Halloween death asked to borrow my mask I said, “keep it” [Verse 8 — intimate, mysterious] Childhood treasure box I hear someone rummaging nothing here but me [Bridge — choir opens gently, wonder rather than grandeur] I watch for fairies here in league with all that is what are we up to [Chorus — fuller still restrained] Who’s that typing in my brain— not again [Outro — simple, almost amused] Says who? the old pond laughs— new ripples [Instrumental outro — voices fade; cello carries the final melody, piano answers; leave the question hanging] —————- Lyrics: Mario Caoile
