Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Originality through constraints
Verse
A pencil on the table,
a window holding light;
I wrote down the twelve-word invitation
and let the words sit overnight.
Refrain
Three small shapes can leave a thousand spaces open.
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 Originality through constraints cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.