Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · The table as a notebook
Verse
I left a little space
beside the crisp edge.
The room had other answers;
I waited for this one.
Refrain
There is a little room beside the plate for one more word.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the The table as a notebook cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.