YOU LEAVE THE MUSIC PLAYING

The house hums low when the morning comes,

Your sweater’s hanging on the chair.

The echo of a song still breathing,

Like you’re somehow still in the air.

You leave the music playing,

Long after you’re gone.

It fills the empty spaces,

And turns the quiet on.

Every note’s a footprint fading,

But it never really goes away—

You leave the music playing.

The kettle sighs, the sunlight drifts,

Your rhythm lives inside the floor.

I follow chords through every doorway,

Like they’ll lead me back to you once more.

You leave the music playing,

Long after you’re gone.

It fills the empty spaces,

And turns the quiet on.

Every note’s a footprint fading,

But it never really goes away—

You leave the music playing.

In every room, a ghost of sound,

A melody that knows my name.

Even when the world falls silent,

Your song keeps the walls from grey.

And when the night folds in,

I don’t reach for the light—

I just listen to the room breathe you back,

Till morning rewinds.

You leave the music playing.