Lyrics

Some mornings
the room
has no colour.
Coffee
does its best.
The window
offers daylight.
Nothing
gets through.
Then somewhere
a bass line
finds
the floor.
And suddenly
my foot
remembers
something
my mind
forgot.
Music
doesn’t ask
what happened.
Doesn’t say
cheer up.
Thank God.
It simply
sits
beside me
and starts
playing.
One drum.
One chord.
One ridiculous
little melody
refusing
to leave.
Maybe
I don’t need
an answer
today.
Maybe
I just need
a beat
strong enough
to follow.
Turn it up.
Not
to hide
the darkness.
Just enough
to remind it
there’s
another sound
in the room.
Turn it up.
Until
the body
remembers
movement.
Until
one small
part of me
says…
again.
Some days
I can’t
find joy.
Fine.
I’ll borrow
three minutes
from a song.
three minutes
from a song.
A guitar
can carry it
for me.
The drums
can hold
the weight.
I’ll just
stand here
and listen
until
my shoulders
start
believing
in gravity
differently.
That’s the strange
thing
about music.
It doesn’t
need
to save you
to change
the next
five minutes.
And sometimes
five minutes
is enough
to reach
another five.
Then another.
That’s already
a rhythm.
Every musician
knows
a song
cannot
promise
tomorrow.
But it can
open
a window
inside
today.
Let
some air
through.
Move
one curtain.
Wake
one nerve.
Give
one heartbeat
something
other than
silence
to follow.
Turn it up.
Not because
everything
is suddenly
beautiful.
Turn it up
because
you’re still
here
to hear it.
One bass line.
One heartbeat.
One tiny
movement.
Then another.
No miracle.
No grand
recovery.
Just life
quietly
finding
the rhythm
again.
And if
tomorrow
the darkness
comes back…
the speakers
will still
be here.
So will
the songs.
Press play.
Not
to escape
your life.
To remind
yourself…
you’re still
inside it.