Your words come down like cold rain,

bright edges I can’t hold

They rattle in the kitchen like spoons,

and the light goes cold and old

I press my palm against your mouth,

feel the temperature change,

the hush unfold

There’s a hush that learns to live between us,

a cold hush that keeps me in jail

I can’t speak in the language of knives,

I won’t trade my heart for the cheap kind of fear

When your words bloom into sharp lines,

my voice goes quiet, I disappear

I learn to keep my thoughts like candles,

and let the light unmake the things you say

You set the table with words that fall,

feelings that won’t come back

There’s a song on my lips packing its bags,

folding itself soft into black

I watch the words you toss like leaves,

they rustle and burn the truth like mad

There’s a hush that learns to live between us,

a cold hush that keeps me in jail

I can’t speak in the language of knives,

I won’t trade my heart for the cheap kind of fear

When your words bloom into sharp lines,

my voice goes quiet, I disappear

I learn to keep my thoughts like candles,

and let the light unmake the things you say

Words can be stones in a river, they sink in the dark,

and I refuse to be the aim for someone’s storms

If hate is a flame you want to teach,

I’ll close the door

I can’t speak in the language of knives,

I won’t trade my heart for the cheap kind of fear

When your words bloom into sharp lines,

my voice goes quiet, I disappear

I learn to keep my thoughts like candles,

and let the light unmake the things you say

So say what you must in the bright, breaking light,

maybe I soon get out of sight

Taken from the upcoming EP "The Spirit Of Jazz"