Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · A place for unfinished work
Verse
A pencil on the table,
a window holding light;
I wrote down the half-labelled folder
and let the words sit overnight.
Refrain
The unfinished shape can keep its open side.
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 A place for unfinished work cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.