Gökotta

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[Intro]
Four a.m. The dark is still blue-black.
The house is sleeping behind me.
Just the click of the thermos lid,
a small silver promise against the cold.

[Verse 1]
I take the path past the silent farm.
My boots make no sound on the damp earth.
The air smells of pine needles and wet stone.
It carries a waiting that has a shape.
Last night’s arguments, the list of things to do…
they don’t follow me here.
They need light to live.
Above the trees, the edge of the sky is turning
from indigo to the color of a pale rose.

[Chorus]
This is not just waking early.
This is not insomnia's debt.
This is Gökotta.
An appointment I have kept
with a sound that hasn't happened yet.
Just to hear the first birds sing.

[Verse 2]
I find my place at the forest edge.
Sit on the fallen log, damp with dew.
The steam from my cup is a ghost in the half-light.
Mist hangs in the meadow like a held breath.
And then…
one clear note. A robin.
A tentative stitch in the great quiet.
It hangs there alone for a moment,
and I think, 'is that all?'

[Chorus]
This is not just waking early.
This is not a restless mind.
This is Gökotta.
A reason of a different kind.
An appointment with a sound I came to find.
Just to hear the first birds sing.

[Bridge]
Then another joins, and another.
The whole world of branches erupts.
A thousand small, frantic conversations.
A chorus that washes over everything.
And through it all, the one I came for.
The cuckoo.
Stealing nests and singing the spring in.
Such a complicated thief.
My own heart, a simple drum beneath it all.

[Outro]
The sun is a warm line on the horizon now.
The thermos is empty.
The air is full.
I carry the sound back with me.
A small, wild orchestra for the quiet rooms of the day.