Summary: A song about making something together with patience, allowing imperfect beginnings, and finding connection through small creative changes.

We set two cups beside the window light,
And watched the rain sew silver through the night.
No need to fill each corner of the room,
A little space can teach a seed to bloom.

The first small note went wandering down the stair,
You left the door ajar and met it there.
We let the crooked branches find their way,
They held more sky than straight lines ever may.

So keep one chair for what we have not known,
No living thing was made to grow alone.
The storm can leave its music on the glass,
We have a song to carry when it passes.