I walk the line of even air
No weight to hold
no light to share
The frame of time stays centered here
No fall to fear
no peak to clear
The quiet hangs in steady weave
No grief to grieve
no joy to leave
I settle in the middle ground
No lost
no found
no shift
no sound
The tone stays low
the beat stays true
No storm to break
no calm to woo
I hover in the static space
No tired days
no sudden grace
This is life in neutral frame
Soft harp glow and saxophone flame
Steady ticks of muted time
No hurt
no hype
no broken rhyme
This is pure classic blues untamed
Even pulse
unchained
unclaimed
Flat and calm and always still
Just simple sound
just quiet will
