Furred Keystone

[Verse 1]
Through rain-streaked pane, the old stone breathes a sigh,
You settle on my lap, a quiet keystone, sly.
The grief, a slow erosion, like salt on weathered brick,
Unsaid narratives, a sorrow taking hold too quick.

[Chorus]
You watch my tears fall, a silent, furred decree,
No words, just weight, a heavy, quiet plea.

[Verse 2]
The air, a liminal space, thick with a distant spice market hum,
My own inherited cadence, where old truths gently come.
Your fur, a soft patina, against my trembling hand,
A silent, steadfast scaffolding, across this shifting land.

[Chorus]
You watch my tears fall, a silent, furred decree,
No words, just weight, a heavy, quiet plea.

[Bridge]
Through vaulted chambers of my mind, you're the only sound,
An anchored, velvet facade, on crumbling foundations found.

[Outro]
Just slow, warm breath, as the mistral whispers low.