What the Drums Don't Say

Listen to the space between
The weight of what the song don't sing
Drummer's counting in his head
One two three and four unsaid
Every note needs somewhere to land
Silence holds it in her hand

What the drums don't say
Holds the rhythm up
What the voice don't sing
Fills the cup
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Conversation's mostly air
Words are islands, gaps are where
Meaning floats across to you
Through the nothing in between the two
Music lives because it ends
Breath goes out and comes again

What the drums don't say
Holds the rhythm up
What the voice don't sing
Fills the cup
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The pause before the downbeat
The rest that makes the phrase
The room around the furniture
The dark that shows the blaze
You want to hear the secret?
Stop and let it come
The silence isn't empty
It's where everything is from

What the drums don't say
Holds the rhythm up
What the voice don't sing
Fills the cup
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