A porch chime trembles once
Leaves trade secrets overhead
Nothing owns the open sky
Yet everything is said

I slip between the fence slats
Through laundry lines and streetlight dust
I nudge the curtains, test the locks
Of rooms that think they’re shut
I am nobody’s instrument
No hand inside my sleeve
But watch me turn a paper kite
Into a brief belief

I don’t invent a melody
I don’t decide the key
I find a voice already there
And set it wandering free

So if you catch a phrase of truth
In how I pass through you
Keep it simple, keep it kind
Like sunlight on a bruise
Hold close the love that fits your hands
Release what you can’t use
And lean in when the night is still
To hear the world’s cues

I’ve pushed a sail toward unknown shores
I’ve lifted smoke from afterfires
I’ve carried laughter down a block
And cooled an angry wire
I’ve grazed the edge of final breath
And borrowed what it meant
Then scattered it in morning streets
Like petals someone sent

Every mouth becomes a doorway
Every goodbye, a bell
I only take what’s offered up
I only travel well

So if you catch a phrase of truth
In how I pass through you
Keep it simple, keep it kind
Like sunlight on a bruise
Hold close the love that fits your hands
Release what you can’t use
And lean in when the night is still
To hear the world’s cues

Don’t ask me to be justice
Don’t ask me to be blame
I’m just the space between your thoughts
The breath that can’t be named
But I have watched the smallest words
Outlive the loudest noise
A whisper can become a map
If you choose to be its voice

Listen—
In grass, in glass, in distant trains
In strangers’ steps and window rains
There’s something trying to explain
What matters

So if you catch a phrase of truth
In how I pass through you
Keep it simple, keep it kind
Like sunlight on a bruise
Hold close the love that fits your hands
Release what you can’t use
And lean in when the night is still
To hear the world’s cues

Let what you keep be warm and clear
Let what you lose be loose
Because the air is full of saying
And it’s speaking back to you

A porch chime trembles twice
Then settles into quiet blue
I’m gone the moment you look up
Still, something moves in you