Summary: A new song about patient creative work: turning a first spark into something tangible, leaving room for surprise, and learning through each careful attempt.

We drew a road upon an empty page,
Then let a little wind unlock the cage.
A crooked line became a place to go,
A quiet root was learning how to grow.

Put down the ruler, let the river bend,
A turn can be a doorway, not an end.
The hands that built a shelter from the rain
Can lift the roof and try the sky again.

There is a tune beneath the wheels of day,
It finds the words we could not find a way
To say before the dark began to thin.
We leave a little room and let it in.