Quiet Orbit

[Verse 1]
The velvet hush descends, past the final chime,
Three souls remain, defying fleeting time.
A bass line breathes, a low, melodic sigh,
As stray cigar smoke ghosts beneath the sky.

[Chorus]
Just silent chords, a whispered, knowing grace,
Mapping orbits in this hallowed space.
A private current, pure and unadorned,
Where every lingering note is newly born.

[Verse 2]
I trace the lines, the synaptic pulse connects,
From ancient cosmic charts to quiet human derelicts.
A gin-soaked memory, an echo in the air,
The improviser’s heart laid raw and bare.

[Bridge]
The quiet hum of forgotten constellations starts to bloom,
A tender melancholy lifts this quiet room.
Each passing chord, a stellar breath,
Beyond the fear of silence, or of death.

[Outro]
Until the morning's pale, an astral tide,
Where lonely echoes softly ride.