The city sleeps under a silver sky Clouds are heavy, but the mind feels light Coffee warms the silence of the room Books unfold where flowers cannot bloom In the quiet, I find my way Thoughts aligned with drops that play Every line, a gentle friend Morning hours I wish won't end Curtains sway with whispers of the breeze Ink and paper, all I'll ever need Every sip rewrites a part of me Rain outside sets the spirit free In the quiet, I find my way Thoughts aligned with drops that play Every page becomes a song In this place, I still belong No rush No plans Just the sound of rain And the words that keep me alive In the quiet, I find my way Thoughts aligned with drops that play Every page becomes a song Here I stay, where I belong