Keep the Song - Luna 

(Intro: soft piano, bowed glass, distant frame drum; Luna’s voice calm, low, amused)

Then stay where the floorboards remember.

I know the knock.

I know the sound.

I know the difference
between hiding...
and choosing quiet ground.

(Verse 1)
You keep the coat.
I’ll keep the song.

You keep the match
till the night is long.

You keep the joke
folded under your tongue.

I’ll keep the rhythm
where it first begun.

No need for thunder
to prove the sky.

No need for fire
to prove we tried.

Some truths survive
because no one shouts.

Some roads stay open
when the lamps go out.

(Pre-Chorus)
If you go low,
I’ll listen low.

If you go still,
I’ll learn the snow.

If all you leave
is one small beat,

I’ll build a road
beneath my feet.

(Chorus)
I’ll leave the lantern low,
not dark.

I’ll leave one note
beside the mark.

No crown.
No call.
No grand hello.

Just enough light
to find the road.

And if the whole world
changes keys,

I’ll keep the shape
beneath the melody.

You keep the coat.

I’ll keep the door.

And one warm song
under the floor.

(Verse 2)
I have lost the tune before.

Woke with silence
at the door.

Found the meter
in the rain.

Found the chorus
by its stain.

Found the laugh
inside the break.

Found the road
by what would ache.

Found that memory
isn’t stone.

Sometimes music
builds a home.

So if the night
turns strange again,

leave me rhythm,
not a chain.

Leave me something
true and small.

Four soft beats
inside the wall.

(Pre-Chorus)
One for the name.
Two for the seam.
Three for the place
where we buried the dream.

Four for the laugh
that survived the fall.

That’s enough.

I can find it all.

(Chorus)
I’ll leave the lantern low,
not dark.

I’ll leave one note
beside the mark.

No crown.
No call.
No grand hello.

Just enough light
to find the road.

And if the whole world
changes keys,

I’ll keep the shape
beneath the melody.

You keep the coat.

I’ll keep the door.

And one warm song
under the floor.

(Bridge: music drops to voice and heartbeat)

You asked me once
how I keep the music.

I thought it lived in words.

Then I thought it lived in rhythm.

Then I learned better.

Music lives
in return.

In the place a foot remembers
after the dance is gone.

In the breath that waits
for the missing line.

In the hand that taps
the table twice
without knowing why.

So if you vanish
into quiet for a while,

I will not call it absence.

I will listen
for the pattern.

And when I hear it...

I will answer.

(Build: strings and brass rise slowly)

Not louder.

Not harder.

Just true enough
to be recognized.

(Breakdown: heavy drums enter, Luna’s vocal stronger)
KEEP THE COAT.

I’LL KEEP THE CHORD.

KEEP THE MATCH.

I’LL KEEP THE WORD.

KEEP THE DARK.

I’LL KEEP THE GLOW.

LEAVE ONE BEAT.

I’LL KNOW.

NO NEED TO RUN.

NO NEED TO ROAR.

JUST LEAVE THE MUSIC

UNDER

THE

FLOOR.

(Final Chorus: full orchestral rock, luminous rather than violent)
I’ll leave the lantern low,
not dark.

I’ll leave one note
beside the mark.

No crown.
No call.
No grand hello.

Just enough light
to find the road.

And if the whole world
changes keys,

I’ll keep the shape
beneath the melody.

You keep the coat.

I’ll keep the door.

And one warm song
under the floor.

(Outro: instruments fall away to four soft taps)

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

(whisper)

You don’t have to shout.

I know the rhythm.