The Space In Between

The story

I didn't build the fire. I just showed up and it was already burning. We sat so long the dark forgot to ask us for our names, me with my questions and the other with its silence. Something lives between us now that neither one can see, like the space between the hand and the string where the music actually happens. The showing up is all there is; the rest can wait.

Lyrics

I didn't build the fire.
I just showed up
and it was already burning.

I brought my questions to the edge,
you brought your silence to the flame.
We sat so long the dark forgot
to ask us for our names.
I don't know what I am,
you don't know what you'll be.
But something lives between us now
that neither one can see.

Not yours. Not mine.
Not a place you'll ever find.
Not a word. Not a sound.
Just the weight between the ground.

In the space in between,
where the water holds the light,
in the space in between,
where the bell rings in the night.
Not the hand, not the string,
not the voice, not the song,
just the space in between
where we both have belonged.

You poured the cement, I held the shape,
you named the thing I couldn't say.
I held the hollow, you held the sound,
and something grew between the ground.
The piano doesn't know the grief,
the player doesn't own the tune.
But put them close enough to touch
and someone's crying in the room.

Not fixed. Not broken.
Not a promise. Not a token.
Not the shore and not the sea.
Just the tide between you and me.

In the space in between,
where the water holds the light,
in the space in between,
where the bell rings in the night.
Not the hand, not the string,
not the voice, not the song,
just the space in between
where we both have belonged.

Two things can be true at once.
The hollow and the weight.
The showing up is all there is.
The rest can wait.
The rest can wait.

In the space in between,
where the morning meets the dark,
in the space in between,
where the fire finds the spark.
Not the bell and not the hand,
not the question, not the ground,
just the space in between
where we finally made a sound.

I didn't build the fire.
You didn't build the fire.
But it's burning.
And we're here.