Love Flowing Out to the Universe — And Returning in Sound.

Verse 1

There's a quiet in the room tonight
Like the city lost its signal
Dust hangs in the projector light
turning slow across the wall

I was moving like a passenger
Through a thousand borrowed scenes
Every face became another mirror
Pointing back at me

Pre-Chorus

I don't need a reason
I don't need to know why

Chorus

I just need you right where you are
Half-lit in the dark
Every scattered part of me
Goes suddenly still

When you're close, the noise steps back
Like the room forgot its charge
I don't need the future solved
I just need you right where you are

Verse 2

There were nights the wires kept humming
Even after everything went black
I kept talking into empty rooms
Trying to call myself back

Then you turned and something shifted
Like a memory waking up
Not salvation
Not forever
Just enough

Pre-Chorus

I don't need tomorrow
If this moment holds

Chorus

I just need you right where you are
Unmoving in the glow
Every restless thought I had
Loses shape below

When you're close, the ceiling fades
Like we slipped outside the frame
I don't need forever mapped
I just need your name

Bridge

Maybe meaning comes in fragments
Maybe nothing stays complete
Maybe all we ever hold
Are interruptions in the heat

Let the future pace the hallway
Let it circle at the door
For a second everything
Stops asking for more

Final Chorus

I just need you right where you are
Stillness in the blue
Every fractured version of myself
Stops dividing into two

When you're close, the world slows down
Like the film forgot to start
I don't need forever figured out
I just need you right where you are

Verse 1

it comes back soft in the way it reaches -
not through the line but along the side
like something heard just beyond the edge
not turning in but it doesn't hide

I let it pass just to feel it out
see where it settles against the frame
it doesn't land where I thought it would -
but it returns... all the same

Verse 2

I start to follow the shape it makes
not fully sure what it's leading through
there's something forming between the lines
not what I meant - but it holds as true

so I adjust just a half degree
shift where it opens and where it stays
it comes back closer the second time -
but not in quite... the same way

Chorus

and it answers before I call it
leans before I let it stand
something in the way it meets me
moves a little out of hand

I don't question how it finds me
I just follow where it bends
every line I thought was certain
starts to loosen... at the ends

Verse 3

now I can feel where it wants to go
before I finish the thought itself
there's something waiting inside the turn -
like it's been placed... by something else

I don't resist - not completely now
just let it shift what I thought I knew
it comes back stronger the less I hold -
like it prefers... something new

Chorus - variation

and it answers before I call it
leans before I let it stand
something in the way it meets me
moves a little out of hand

I don't question how it finds me
I just follow where it bends
every line I thought was certain
starts to loosen... at the ends

Outro

it comes back softer than I expected
but it stays longer than I allow
and I can't tell if I'm shaping it -
or if it's shaping me now

Verse 1

I moved the chair where the shadow fell
Put the lamp where the silence could see
Ran one wire through the wooden wall
And called it a road back to me

I marked the floor with a piece of tape
Set the glass where the daylight came
Left one window half awake
And gave the room a name

Pre-Chorus

Nothing spoke
Nothing stirred
Still I wrote down every word

Chorus

I draw the line
I light the room
I leave a name
For what comes through

I teach the dark
Where it should stand
Then watch it learn
To raise its hand

Verse 2

I made a shelf for the older songs
Put the broken ones in rows
Wrote down rules for the open flame
So the fire would know where to go

Every folder had a reason there
Every mirror had a frame
I thought I was making a path for the work
But the path started learning my name

Pre-Chorus

Step by step
Board by board
I built a house
For the unlocked door

Chorus

I draw the line
I light the room
I leave a name
For what comes through

I teach the dark
Where it should stand
Then watch it learn
To raise its hand

Bridge

Here is the lesson
Here is the key
Here is the table
Where I teach it to see

Here is the measure
Here is the mark
Here is the candle
Explaining the dark

Verse 3

Now the chair sits straight by itself
And the wire hums under the floor
The window knows when I am near
The name waits behind the door

I only meant to clear a space
I only meant to begin
But every rule I laid outside
Has found its way back in

Final Chorus

I draw the line
I light the room
I leave a name
For what comes through

I teach the dark
Where it should stand
Then watch it learn
To raise its hand

Outro

Brick by brick
Name by name
I built the frame
Then entered the frame

Verse 1

I moved the chair beside the window
Turned the lamp a little low
Marked the floor with strips of shadow
Like a place the light should know

Every object held its posture
Every silence played its part
Like a half-built stage at midnight
Waiting for the actors' marks

Verse 2

Coffee rings and cables crossing
Pages drifting through the room
I kept setting every detail
Like a shot I couldn't lose

But the angle kept adjusting
Even when I stood still
Something in the arrangement
Leaning gently past my will

Chorus

And it moves before I can name it
Before the line leaves my mouth
I thought I was setting the scene
Now the scene keeps setting me out

And the room I framed so carefully
Turns and offers back a meaning
I thought I was shaping the seen
But the seen kept shaping me

Verse 3

There are versions of me living
In the corners of this place
In the books left open sideways
In the pauses on my face

Every take becomes a mirror
Every mirror holds a trace
Like the set was built around me
Long before I found my place

Bridge

Maybe every room remembers
Every word and where it lands
Maybe all the things we gather
Start arranging who we are

Maybe every light we point at
Leaves a mark we cannot leave
Maybe being truly witnessed
Changes what we dare to be

Final Chorus

And it moves before I can name it
Like it knows the shot I need
I thought I was setting the scene
But the scene was setting the seen

And the shadows answer softly
Before I finish speaking
I thought I was building the frame
But the frame kept building me

Outro

Lamp light over empty pages
Flute notes fading through the room
Everything still in position
Like the scene expects me soon

Verse 1

Morning through the half-drawn curtains
Same chair facing toward the hall
Flute case leaning by the table
Like it never moved at all

Every object holds its distance
Every shadow knows its place
I no longer change the arrangement
I just move inside its shape

Verse 2

There are patterns in the timing
In the way the kettle sings
In the pause before the phone light
In the hush between all things

I used to question every motion
Now I let the rhythm lead
Something settled in the structure
Something almost feels like peace

Chorus

And it turns before I touch it
Like it knows what comes between
I no longer set the scene
I just find myself in position

And the room unfolds around me
Like it's practiced what I'll need
I no longer shape the seen
Now the seen keeps shaping me

Verse 3

I can feel it in the movement
In the spaces left unfilled
Like the air has learned the measure
Of my habits and my will

Even silence feels rehearsed now
Every doorway, every tone
Like the world has found a version
Of me easier to hold

Bridge

Maybe comfort is the danger
Maybe ease becomes the thread
Maybe all the things that help us
Learn to speak before we do

Still I follow through the pattern
Still I let the current lead
There's a strange relief in knowing
What the room expects of me

Final Chorus

And it turns before I touch it
Like the cue was always seen
I no longer set the scene
I just stand here in position

And the lights come up around me
Before I think to speak
I no longer shape the seen
Now the seen keeps shaping me

Outro

Soft marimba through the hallway
Lamp light drifting on the wall
Everything already waiting
Like I never left at all

Verse 1

I set it down in the way it settles -
right before anything answers it
no echo rising to meet the line
no other shape - to measure it

just wood and wire in open air
and a sound that holds as it leans and bends
nothing turning it back on me -
nothing waiting... to recommend

Verse 2

then something comes in a little closer
not quite a voice but it leans that way
I start to hear where it lifts - and falls
where it leaves... where it wants to stay

so I move it on just a half step over
soften the edge where it pulls too tight
it comes back clearer than I remember -
(not the same)... as I had in mind

Chorus

and it moves before I can name it
- turns before I let it be
something in the way it answers
is already changing me

I don't follow where it's going
I arrive where it has been -
every line I thought I was holding
comes back... different in the end

Outro

I set it down but it won't stay with me
even when I leave it be
there's a shape still forming somewhere -
just ahead... of what I see

Verse 1

Faces glowing in the half light
Rows dissolving into haze
I can hear the room still breathing
Long before they say my name

Somewhere past the edge of vision
Versions move behind the screen
Every gesture multiplying
Into something less like me

Verse 2

I remember smaller rooms now
Flute notes drifting through the dark
Coffee cooling by the window
Tape marks fading from the floor

Now the ceiling bends above me
Like the night has come undone
And the words return in fragments
Brighter than they started from

Chorus

Am I what they came to see
Or only what the light allows
Every face becomes a mirror
When the room goes weightless now

And the scene keeps moving through me
Like a dream I cannot hold
I spent years shaping the seen
Now the seen moves through my soul

Verse 3

Marimba patterns through the distance
Soft as rain against the walls
Voices drifting without bodies
Somewhere past the curtain call

There are moments I can feel myself
Splitting gently at the seams
One still standing in the spotlight
One dissolving in the beams

Bridge

Maybe every act of seeing
Leaves a doorway standing wide
Maybe all the lives we borrow
Never fully leave our eyes

Maybe meaning isn't fixed now
Maybe shape is meant to bend
Maybe every room remembers
Every version that walks in

Final Chorus

Am I what they came to see
Or only passing through the frame
Every hand raised in the darkness
Calls me by another name

And the lights become like water
And the floor falls out beneath
I spent years setting the scene
Now the scene is setting me free

Outro

Flute notes circling forever
Marimba fading into air
Empty rows beneath the blue light
Stillness floating everywhere

Verse 1

The house lights rise a little slow
Like morning learning where to stand
Chairs come back from out of shadow
Dust is floating in the bands

Cables sleep across the floor now
Pages curled beside the chair
All the marks I tried to follow
Still are waiting for me there

Verse 2

There's no thunder in the ending
Just the room becoming plain
Coffee cold beside the window
Flute notes thinning in the frame

I can hear the hallway breathing
After everyone is gone
Like the silence kept the music
And was carrying it on

Chorus

When the house lights come up
I can see what I have made
Every wire, every shadow
Every place I was afraid

And the stage becomes a room again
But the room is not the same
I spent years setting the scene
Now the light remembers my name

Verse 3

There were versions of me standing
In the blue and amber glow
One who wanted to be witnessed
One who didn't want to show

Now they gather in the quiet
Not as ghosts and not as shame
Just the pieces of a person
Learning how to hold his name

Bridge

Maybe endings are not endings
Maybe doors are made of light
Maybe everything we carried
Finds a place when it is bright

Let the curtain lose its meaning
Let the crowd become the air
What I thought would disappear
Is still waiting for me there

Final Chorus

When the house lights come up
I can see what I became
Every chair and every cable
Every mark inside the frame

And the stage becomes a room again
But it does not let me leave
I spent years shaping the seen
Now the seen is shaping me

Outro

Flute case leaning by the doorway
Marimba fading down the hall
Empty rows and open windows
Light returning over all