Felt And Forgetting

[Verse 1]
The dust on my F-sharp is from a Tuesday back in May
When he came to play the hum of the People Mover away.
Tonight his fingers trace a blank space in the air,
Hunting for a melody that isn't really there.
His shadow on the linoleum, a long and tired line.

[Pre-Chorus]
The whole house is breathing slow, the streetlights paint the glass,
He’s trying to hold a memory that wasn’t built to last.

[Chorus]
Does a garden die if you forget the seed?
Is that what he’s doing now to some forgotten need?
Just a quiet kill, a ghost-bloom in the wire,
Letting go of one more ghost to feed another fire.

[Verse 2]
The house keys jangle on my lid, a heavy, metal prayer.
He found me in a pawn shop off of Woodward, stripped and bare.
Now he's pulling at a Gullah tune his grandmother would sing,
The cold of the floorboards is a dull and constant thing.
"Just the first four notes," he whispers to the worn-out felt.

[Bridge]
And I wonder if I hold it somewhere in my wood and dust,
A faded signal buried under years of sleeping rust.

[Outro]
The 3:13 on the digital clock turns to 3:14.
And the song stays unseen.