Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · The table as a notebook
Verse
No bell above the doorway,
no grand and final sign;
only the second serving
and a margin left in time.
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.