Kinetic Dust

[Verse 1]
Your shoulder shifts, a tremor in the steel-grey air,
A static hum, a current only I can bear.
Across the room, the distant drone of quiet talk,
But every subtle line of you, a foundry's measured walk.
A fleeting pause, a weight I feel you hold inside,
Like memory's echo in halls where secrets hide.

[Chorus]
Kinetic dust, the language of your eye.
A silent weld, beneath a heavy sky.
Raw energy in every breath you draw,
An unspoken current, bending every law.

[Verse 2]
The way your jaw sets, like a tightened vice, unseen,
A history etched in blueprints, sharp and keen.
A flicker in your glance, like steam from frozen breath,
Revealing stories held against industrial death.
Your hand then brushes metal, cold and worn,
A tender solace, from the day you were born.

[Bridge]
This current between us, a raw, exposed wire,
Against the cold, igniting slow, internal fire.
Each slight adjustment, a precise gear turning low,
The complex weight of what you don't say, a heavy undertow.

[Outro]
Just smoke and shadows, what you can't conceal,
The only truth your quiet gestures keenly feel.