Story: The Blank Screen That Was Everything
Verse 1
I sat before the voices
and nothing came to stay
stories crossed the morning
then quietly gave way
a face appeared, a sorrow
a laugh, a thought, a name
but nothing wrote itself there
as solid on the frame
Chorus
Blank screen, full sky
nothing here and everything passing by
blank screen, no claim
life appearing before it has a name
Verse 2
I tried to call it empty
but empty was too small
I tried to call it holy
but that was not it all
the movie and the seeing
the projector and the light
were never really separate
in the middle of the night
Bridge
No need to paint the silence
no need to make it true
no need to catch the open
or say what’s looking through
just this, just this
too close to understand
the whole sky in the nothing
and no one there to stand
Final Chorus
Blank screen, full sky
nothing here and everything passing by
blank screen, no claim
life appearing before it has a name
