Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Thinking in sequences
Verse
A page can hold a question
without closing up the sky.
I turn to the forgotten exception
and let the quick reply pass by.
Refrain
One hand lets go when another knows what to hold.
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 Thinking in sequences cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.