Records From Your Room

Records from your room are in bloom

Fountaining out from the buildings

In bright colors onto the street

And I meet you there out in the air

I’m listening

Is there a word for these things

We’ve felt and we’ve seen?

In the blocks of town

The depths of belief

The kindness of strangers

In leaps and in ranges where I’ve never been

And you’ve never been before

A word becomes a door

Soon to come through

Rain could be the sigh we would breathe at this time

Umbrellas open now could be the arms we would reach

And I meet you there out in the air

You’re glistening

Is there a word for this time?

The changes we find

The music that blooms now out of your room

The kindness of strangers

In cities, in places where I’ve never been

And you’ve never been before?

A word becomes a door

Soon to come through