Verdigris & Verse

[Verse 1]
The train's low hum, a rhythmic, deep bass line,
Your fingers tracing chapters, mirrors mine.
Through salt-laced air, a whisper from the docks,
Echoes in this car, past ancient city blocks.
A quiet grief of words unsaid, we carry on,
In a shared, liminal space until the dawn.

[Chorus]
Parallel lives, an accidental grace,
In this echoing car, finding our place.
A keystone moment, softly understood,
Across the threshold, two narratives converge for good.

[Verse 2]
That same faded cover, a patina of time,
Recalls the grandmothers, stories in rhyme.
Their silent maps in every shadowed street,
A colonial cadence, bitter and sweet.
We read the worn lines, through glass etched with grime,
A fragile blueprint of some inherited crime.

[Chorus]
Parallel lives, an accidental grace,
In this echoing car, finding our place.
A keystone moment, softly understood,
Across the threshold, two narratives converge for good.

[Bridge]
The light through the window shifts, a memory's tide,
A silent question in your eyes, I cannot hide.
This scaffolding of glances, fragile and keen,
Holding the weight of everything we've never seen.

[Outro]
The train slows its cadence, a silent, soft release.
Just two souls in transit, finding fleeting peace.