Fallow Screen

[Verse 1]
The blue light from this Samsung at 3:02 a.m.
Paints your ghost on the sweat of the window pane.
Six years gone this November, the marsh holds its breath,
And I trace the letters of your good name.

[Chorus]
But this is my fallow screen, my holy ground.
Where a silence grows louder than any sound.
A field for the poison root I won't put down.
This is my fallow screen.

[Verse 2]
Your number's an heirloom I can't bear to sell,
A covenant kept in a digital cell.
Mama said, "Let a hurt root rest in the dark soil,"
'Fore you pull it up and see the coil.
My thumb hovers over the green, a nervous bird.

[Chorus]
'Cause this is my fallow screen, my holy ground.
Where a silence grows louder than any sound.
A field for the poison root I won't put down.
This is my fallow screen.

[Bridge]
I still hear that Bach prelude in G sharp minor,
The one you played when the hurricane warnings came.
A hymn for the things that just can't be washed clean.

[Coda]
And the cursor blinks, a patient, silver seed.
Waiting on a rain that you won't ever read.