The window’s open, curtains drift
A lemongrass scent starts to lift
You hum a tune from somewhere far
I trace a raindrop on the jar
Lemongrass evening, soft and slow
Nowhere urgent we need to go
The kettle sings, the light is thin
I’m just happy you’re here within
You fold a paper, set it down
A little boat without a sound
I don’t ask what it’s meant to be
I let the quiet cover me
Lemongrass evening, soft and slow
Nowhere urgent we need to go
The kettle sings, the light is thin
I’m just happy you’re here within
The sun slides down behind the eaves
The room grows warm, the evening breathes
No need to rush, no need to call
This quiet hour holds it all
Lemongrass evening, light is clear
Every small thing holds me here
Nothing loud and nothing planned
Just the air and your hand
