Bloom

(Muted trumpet melody over a dusty 90 BPM drum break, muted trumpet melody over a dusty 90 BPM drum break)

The sun leans heavy against the red brick

We drift through the park like loose pages

Prithwish shares a thought that catches the air

Then your laughter spills out across the grass

It is a tide that pulls us into the center

No maps needed for this kind of peace

Just the rhythm of feet on the cooling stone

The trees are starting to shed their weight

Preparing for a change we already feel

We stand in the middle of the turning world

Watching the sky turn into a deep violet

Nothing really needs to be explained today

Nothing really needs to be explained today

Just the presence of friends in the fading heat

A frequency that vibrates in the chest

Keeping the cold at a safe distance

The movement of time feels like a slow river

The melody of a shared breath (Soft and slow)

A cycle that returns every autumn (Always coming back)

We are the haze in the late afternoon

Finding home in the space between words

The horizon is a soft line of blue and ash

I watch the clouds mirror the quiet street

People moving toward their own hidden ends

But here the joke still hangs in the air

A warm vibration against the rising wind

We are blooming in the middle of the fade

Accepting the drift as a natural grace

Prithwish looks up at the vast open sky

The same sky that watched us last year

And the year before the world got loud

We are just fragments of a moving whole

Collecting the light before the stars arrive

Collecting the light before the stars arrive

There is a gratitude in the way we stand

No past to fix no future to chase

Just the echo of a joke told well

Returning to the start of the loop

(Returning to the start, just a slow river, long fading instrumental with rain textures and piano chords)