Female vocal

Male vocal

I lean into what silence teaches—
that love can’t always rescue,
but it can release.

The current is still ours,
but I no longer need to swim
her strokes to stay afloat.
In the soft margin of discernment,
I find my own pulse again—
not separate,
just steady.

Sadness,
too, has been transient
Like a traveler
waiting for the next train
Some vistas have changed
But many have remained
unchanged paths, trees, moon, the moods
Are all witnesses to the journey

Teaching
me to be a witness
to myself
In silence

I find my own pulse again—
not separate,
just steady.
steady
steady