Plumb Line
Drift
A breath between storms. A string hangs still in a room with no wind. A glass sits on the edge of a table — hasn't fallen, hasn't moved. Ethereal fragments over singing bowl and soft piano. The briefest pause where you check if anything is level. Measuring what won't hold still with something that will.
Lyrics
A string hangs still
In a room with no wind
The water finds its level
Without being asked
Plumb line
Plumb line
Measuring what won't hold still
With something that will
A glass on the edge
Of a table
Hasn't fallen
Hasn't moved
The string hangs still
The water finds its level
Variations
- Plumb Line 1:41
- Plumb Line (Variation) 1:58