Lyrics
[Muted Guitar Harmonics Intro]
The final syllable hangs in air,
a silver bell that slowly fades.
[Verse 1]
I held the ending note so long,
afraid of what the silence meant.
But now the quiet fills the room,
with clean, unburdened sweet intent.
I pack my sketchbook in the bag,
the charcoal drawings fixed and dry.
The autumn breeze is brisk and clear,
beneath a wide sapphire sky.
My coat is zipped up to the chin,
the woolen collar warm and red.
I take the sidewalk down the park,
with nothing left unsaid.
[Pre-Chorus]
The hesitation leaves my feet,
each stride is confident and free.
The path through yellow leaves unfolds,
inviting what will be.
[Chorus]
The trembling syllable.
It found its resting place upon the page,
stepping beyond the former stage.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
the trembling syllable.
[Verse 2]
The park pond mirrors amber trees,
a duck glides silent on the glass.
I sit upon the wooden bench,
and watch the morning runners pass.
A thermos cup of roasted tea,
heats up my gloves against the chill.
The ending was a doorway through,
upon this autumn hill.
[Chorus]
The trembling syllable.
It found its resting place upon the page,
stepping beyond the former stage.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
the trembling syllable.
[Bridge]
Oh, to let the song conclude in peace,
is how the next song starts to sing.
The winter cannot stop the pulse,
of the arriving spring.
[Chorus]
The trembling syllable.
It found its resting place upon the page,
stepping beyond the former stage.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
the trembling syllable.
[Echoing Synth Outro]
A thermos cup of roasted tea...
The trembling syllable.
[Fade Out]
[End]