CLOSER TO THE SILENCE

My hands don’t move the way they did, My voice feels thinner than it lived, The nights are long, the rooms are wide, And I don’t run from what’s inside. No more noise to hide the truth, No more pretending I’m still young, Just echoes of the man I’ve been, And all the songs I’ve left unsung. I used to chase the roaring sound, Now I just listen when it’s gone, There’s something deeper in the quiet, Something I’ve been missing all along. I’m getting closer to the silence, Where the truth don’t need a name, No more kings and no more titles, Just a soul without the fame. And if there’s a light that’s waiting, I don’t need to understand, I’ll just walk into the stillness, With an open heart and empty hands. I remember standing as a child, Hearing voices pure and wild, Outside those church doors, listening close, Feeling something I couldn’t hold. That same feeling’s coming back, Through the cracks I couldn’t hide, Not in the crowds, not in the lights, But somewhere deep, where I reside. I’m getting closer to the silence, Where the truth don’t need a name, No more kings and no more titles, Just a soul without the fame. And if there’s a light that’s waiting, I don’t need to understand, I’ll just walk into the stillness, With an open heart and empty hands. I don’t need to be remembered loud, Or frozen in a cheering crowd, If one note stays in someone’s heart, Then I was there, right from the start. Let the records spin and fade away, Let time decide what’s here to stay, I gave my voice, I gave my days, Now I just follow quieter ways. I’m getting closer to the silence, And it feels more like home, No more running from the shadows, No more standing there alone. If the music keeps on playing, Somewhere I can’t see or know, Then I’ll rest inside that rhythm… And finally let go.