Sanat

Behind the eyes that read the room
Behind the man who plays the man
There is a quiet with no name
That never ran when I ran

It watched the boy inside the yard
It watched the armor being built
It never flinched, it never judged
It held no verdict and no guilt

I am the one who watches
The stillness under thought
The storms were never what I am
I am the sky where they are caught
And the watching isn't cold, no
The watching is the warmest thing:
To be seen by your own silence
And forgiven everything

Everything I called myself was weather passing through
The griefs, the wins, the verdicts - clouds against the blue
And when the last cloud empties out and every wind lies down
What remains was always here: unmoved, unhurt, uncrowned

I am the one who watches
The stillness under thought
The storms were never what I am
I am the sky where they are caught
And the watching isn't cold, no
The watching is the warmest thing:
To be seen by your own silence
And forgiven everything

There is a point that does not move
And all the dancing needs it so
The wheel spins true on the axle's stillness
The music leans on the silence below
I am not the dancer tonight
I am what the dance turns around
I am the floor of the sky
I am the quiet under sound

Still
Here
Still here
Always was