I spend so much of my life...
trying to say the right thing.
I almost forget...
to listen.

I fill the silence with my voice.
Afraid of what it might reveal.
Another thought escapes my lips...
Before I learn to feel.
I never notice what remains...
When everything grows still.

Every note must learn to end.
So another one can breathe.
Every silence holds a place...
For the things we can't conceive.
Perhaps the deepest songs I know...
Are written where no words can go.

In the space between notes...
In the space between notes...

I hear the music chase itself.
Each note reaching for the next.
Until one quiet, waiting breath...
Becomes what I hear best.
The song was never only sound...
It lives where silence rests.

Every note must learn to end.
So another one can breathe.
Every silence holds a place...
For the things we can't conceive.
Perhaps the deepest songs I know...
Are written where no words can go.

In the space between notes...
In the space between notes...

I speak before I understand.
I answer before I hear.

I pray until I've said
everything I planned...

Then wonder why
Your voice never appears.

Maybe silence
was never Your absence.

Maybe it’s where
You’ve been
waiting all along.

I stop before the next reply.
The room begins to rearrange.
The silence never asks for more...
Yet nothing stays the same.
Perhaps I've spent my whole life loud...
To silence what remains.

Every note must learn to end.
So another one can breathe.
Every silence holds a place...
For the truth beneath belief.
I finally hear what never left...
In the space between each breath.

In the space between notes...

When nothing else
is speaking...

I begin
to hear.