Paper Warp

[Verse 1]
The ink runs smooth, a secret thread I spin,
Across the page, where silent stories begin.
My fingers trace the curve of every word,
A tapestry of thoughts, unheard, unshared.
No frantic rush, just quiet, measured grace,
A conversation with an empty space.

[Chorus]
This paper warp, a quiet, gentle game,
My hidden weave, I whisper your old name.
A tender loop, a melody I claim,
No need to send, no need to stake my fame.

[Verse 2]
A pattern forms, like rice fields in the sun,
Or damp city fog, when morning's just begun.
Each phrase a knot, tied loose then set to rest,
A quiet comfort, truly put to test.
The scent of old lacquer, a distant, warm perfume,
Dispelling shadows in this European room.

[Chorus]
This paper warp, a quiet, gentle game,
My hidden weave, I whisper your old name.
A tender loop, a melody I claim,
No need to send, no need to stake my fame.

[Bridge]
Perhaps it's just the scent of aged tea leaves,
Or the way a memory softly interweaves.
My hand still aches, a callus on the mind,
For unspoken threads, the ones I leave behind.

[Outro]
A folded sheet, a secret tucked away,
Woven into twilight, to greet another day.