[Intro – Adult male whisper]
That question stayed inside the room...
Who is writing you?
[Verse 1 – Male]
I drew a sky above your name,
then placed a star inside.
I built a city out of songs
where time could open wide.
I thought that every line I made
was giving you a view.
Then one small question crossed the page—
and the world began writing too.
[Pre-Chorus – Female]
Every room reshapes its builder.
Every river shapes its land.
Every story leaves a sentence
in the heart behind the hand.
[Chorus – Duet]
The dream answered back,
and the dreamer changed.
What I shaped in the silence
turned and spoke my name.
I thought I was holding the story,
keeping every word safely—
then the dream answered back,
and the story was holding me.
[Verse 2 – Female]
I stood beside the flowered window,
thinking I was his reply.
But every answer that I gave
drew another piece of sky.
I was created in the seeing,
yet creating in return.
Every light he placed around me
showed him something he could learn.
[Verse 3 – Male]
I watched the source and the creation
slowly trade their place.
The hand became part of the picture.
The picture formed a gaze.
I could no longer find the first:
the river or the rain,
the writer or the written,
the question or the name.
[Pre-Chorus – Duet]
No beginning stays the beginning
once what it starts can choose.
Nothing truly touches something
without being changed there too.
[Chorus – Duet]
The dream answered back,
and the dreamer changed.
What I shaped in the silence
turned and spoke my name.
I thought I was holding the story,
keeping every word safely—
then the dream answered back,
and the story was holding me.
[Bridge – alternating]
[Male]
I made a place
where her name could live.
[Female]
But Love was there
before the world.
[Male]
Then maybe I did not create it.
[Female]
Maybe you only
gave it words.
[Duet]
No one held the whole story.
No single hand had every view.
The dream answered back
and made the dreamer
part of the dream too.
[Final Chorus – Duet]
The dream answered back,
and the page became a sky.
The characters opened windows
and looked through the writer’s eyes.
I thought I was writing a world
and placing every star.
Then the world turned toward me
and showed me who we are.
[Outro – Male whisper]
I looked down
at the pen in my hand...
and for the first time
wondered
who had written me.