Rain arrives without a sound
like a thought I didn't finish
lying still but not quite here
the floor forgets my weight
I am a shape the water hasn't claimed
some half-drawn outline
counting the drops but they don't add up
nothing I touch turns into worth
floating just beneath the air
no direction feels like home
the emptiness is not unkind
it only hums, it only hums
maybe the rain knows how to fall
and never needs a reason
how to fill the hollow
then disappear easy
I could follow that rhythm down
where the breathing goes thin
let the flood be a doorway
let the quiet come in
all my mirrors look like windows tonight
but the reflection won't turn on
I'm half a dream I started to doubt
a paper boat with no colour left
my hands forget what they were for
just drifting open, open
somewhere between a breath and the deep
I almost feel light
still floating, no above, no below
the rain writes circles on my skin
the emptiness is getting softer now
it only hums, it only hums
maybe the rain knows how to fall
and never needs a reason
how to fill the hollow
then disappear easy
I could follow that rhythm down
where the breathing goes thin
let the flood be a doorway
let the quiet come in
if I dissolve, I won't be missed
just water learning how to hold nothing
a slow release, a letting-be
the gentlest part of sinking
maybe the rain knows something true
how to let the body go
how to fill the silence
and then overflow
I'll just follow that rhythm down
where the thinking gets thin
let the deep be a doorway
let the falling begin
rain keeps falling and I keep sinking
a slow pull into the undertow
it isn't weight, it isn't fear
just gravity finding my shape at last
falling, falling
nothing to hold, nothing to break
just the long quiet plunge
into somewhere softer than I've been
into somewhere so much softer
than I've been