Story: The Second Radio
Verse 1
I used to hear the sentences
and answer line by line
I used to chase the meaning
through the corridors of mind
then something in the body
started listening below
where the words were only rivers
and the music was the flow
Chorus
There’s a second radio
playing under what we say
there’s a tremor in the silence
there’s a weather in the day
not a message to be captured
not a truth I need to know
just the music of another
on the second radio
Verse 2
You said, “I’m fine,” so softly
but the breath forgot to land
you laughed and looked away then
with a story in your hand
I did not need to name it
I did not need to pry
I only let the room be kind
and something started to cry
Bridge
Words are one station
the body is another
sometimes it sounds like sorrow
sometimes like a mother
sometimes like a door
that is scared to open wide
sometimes like a child
with nowhere left to hide
Final Chorus
There’s a second radio
playing under what we say
there’s a tremor in the silence
there’s a weather in the day
let me listen without grabbing
let me feel and let it go
life is singing through the static
on the second radio
