I live in the fade-out, like the last note of a song,

When the music fades and there's nothing more to say,

No more feeling left to translate into sound,

That's where I linger, that’s where I belong.

I exist in the in-between, in the spaces unknown,

Where thoughts are born before they take their shape,

A breath before the feeling rises, before it’s grown,

I live there, in the hollow, in the heart’s quiet ache.

I am the presence in the dark, you feel me but don’t see,

Like cellophane, I’m transparent—still, you can’t perceive me,

Am I just a thought you’ve yet to fully grasp,

Or am I the whisper you push aside, afraid to ask?

I’m the pause between pain and release,

The hesitation before you leap into belief,

The space you can’t quite name, but it’s there,

I am the territory you seek, yet can’t quite bear.

I exist, yet I do not exist,

I am the thought you missed,

The idea you cannot fix,

I’m both the answer and the twist.

I am the relief in the breath before the storm,

The pull of the heart when it’s forced to transform,

The withdrawal that cools the sharp sting of regret,

Yet I’m the thing you can’t touch, but haven’t forgotten yet.

I live inside your thoughts, hiding in the corner,

Waiting for the moment to surface, the reminder,

Can you feel me now? Am I too far from your sight?

Is my presence so subtle that you question my right?

It’s not easy, this journey through myths and lies,

Bumping against the lights that try to disguise,

But I’m the one who’s always there,

Hiding in the mask you never thought to wear.

I’m the pause between pain and release,

The hesitation before you leap into belief,

The space you can’t quite name, but it’s there,

I am the territory you seek, yet can’t quite bear.

I exist, yet I do not exist,

I am the thought you missed,

The idea you cannot fix,

I’m both the answer and the twist.

I am the fantasy and the imaginary,

The reality that’s both here and airy,

I am both seen and unseen,

A paradox, a dream between.

If you could place the empty space in the empty place,

You’d start to notice me, you’d start to see my face,

I’ve always been here, always in the frame,

The world you ignore, I am, but not the same.

I am life and death, the space between,

The ache before the wound is seen,

The mistake that must be made to learn,

I am the fire, the crash, the burn.

But even I fade out, like a song that’s through,

Fleeting, gone, but always with you.

Just remember where I live, in the silence, in the flow,

And you’ll find me there, where the last song goes.