The Quiet Between Notes

Dust settles on the piano keys,
A ghost of sound, a hollow breeze.
The clock is ticking, steady, slow,
Counting all the things we used to know.

The air is heavy with the things we didn't say,
As all the colors slowly fade to gray.

It’s the quiet between the notes,
The sinking weight of unsung quotes.
A melody lost in the velvet dark,
Missing the fire, missing the spark.

The coffee’s cold, the room is vast,
I’m living in the echo of the past.
You left your shadow by the door,
I don't play these chords anymore.

It’s the quiet between the notes,
The sinking weight of unsung quotes.
A melody lost in the velvet dark,
Missing the fire, missing the spark.

It’s the quiet between the notes,
The sinking weight of unsung quotes.
A melody lost in the velvet dark,
Missing the fire, missing the spark.

Sometimes the silence is the loudest song,
Proof of the places where we went wrong.

It’s the quiet between the notes,
The sinking weight of unsung quotes.
A melody lost in the velvet dark,
Missing the fire, missing the spark.

Yeah, it’s the quiet between the notes,
Where the memory of you still floats.