The Vowel That Echoes Itself (Assonant)

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The vestry stone is cold.
The lamp wick burns so low.
Reverend Goss said, write a hymn for all souls.
I have the indigo ink.
A crust of rye bread on a plate, I didn't think to eat.
The page is white and waiting.

[Verse 2]
My first line is, 'The sun has gone to sleep.'
And then I write, 'The flock has lost a sheep.'
It clicks shut, like a box.
A rhyme that locks.
I scratch it out, a smudge of dark blue.
Three rhymes, but none of them are true.

[Chorus]
But listen. In the quiet. A different sound is born.
Not the ends of words, but the soul inside them, warm.
A low, slow moan for home.
The vowel that holds the tone.
A holy ghost inside the note.
The only song I've wrote.

[Verse 3]
I dip the quill again, the chipped nib makes a sound.
'A hush of plum-blue dusk.'
'A true and sunlit trust.'
'A love that covers us.'
The words don't meet at the garden gate.
But inside, they resonate.
They hold their own weight.

[Bridge]
A man once wrote it down in 1875.
'Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed...'
'What heart heard of, ghost guessed...'
That's how the sound stays alive.
It isn't made, you let it arrive.

[Chorus]
So I listen. In the quiet. A different sound is born.
Not the ends of words, but the soul inside them, warm.
A low, slow moan for home.
The vowel that holds the tone.
A holy ghost inside the note.
The only song I've wrote.

[Outro]
The page is still half empty.
The ink is getting thick.
A hush... a trust... for us...