

Prompt / Lyrics
She talks like time don’t hold together Stories drift and change their names I sit here on the edge now Learning slowly to be still ⸻ Little voices full of questions “Why’s it work that way?” again Little minds that just keep turning I kneel down and stay with them ⸻ It’s the quiet things No one talks about No applause no crowd It’s the quiet things Working underground Turning me around ⸻ She’s been lying in that bedroom Then she rises finds her way Music playing soft and steady She starts swaying in the day ⸻ I thought I’d be further by now But maybe I am right here ⸻ It’s the quiet things Holy, small and true All the unseen things we do It’s the quiet things When there’s nothing left to prove
Tags
Barefoot Americana, soft piano + acoustic, warm female alto, intimate, slow, concise phrasing, minimal pauses
3:23
No
4/12/2026