Claire

Under lamplight ink-stained pages, Her soft notes threading through old stages. She writes the night into new songs, Piano lessons - hum along. Pip’s sharp mew keeps time at the door, Small fierce paws on the wooden floor. “Chorus” Claire, sing my heart a lullaby. Claire, light the dusk, don’t let it die. Sing the pages, sing the keys, Sing of Josephine and morning teas, Marc’s quiet smile in every line. Claire, hold this night, let it shine. “Instrumental” Pages whisper of afternoon, Stories wrapped in tea and sun. She sketches piano chords like summers - Marc hums the bridge she can’t remember. Josephine laughs - an apple bright, Pip prowls the margins through the night. “Bridge” Sometimes doubt plays softer keys, She trades fear for melodies, Family inked in every line - Love keeps rhythm, steady, true. “Chorus” Claire, sing my heart a lullaby. Claire, light the dusk, don’t let it die. Sing the pages, sing the keys, Sing of Josephine and morning teas, Marc’s quiet smile in every line. Claire, hold this night, let it shine. We’ll write forever, yours and mine