Cup of Quiet

A cup of quiet on my hand

Steam rising like a gentle plan

Morning light across the chair

Falling soft, it lingers there

Little moments in the room

Move like shadows into bloom

Nothing louder than a sigh

Just the day beginning shy

This cup of quiet feels like home

Holding warmth I’ve always known

Let the silence take its time

Let the morning fall in line

Footsteps drifting down the hall

Soft reminders, nothing more

City sounds in low embrace

Fading in this peaceful place

This cup of quiet feels like home

Holding warmth I’ve always known

Let the silence take its time

Let the morning fall in line