There’s a shimmer in the morning,

There’s a shimmer in the morning, There’s a tremble in the air. Every rooftop, every raindrop Holds a song already there. If you listen—really listen— You can feel the day begin: All the quiet little heartbeats Of the world we’re living in. I hear it in the corners, In the spaces in between— Like a promise made of sunlight, Like a memory half-seen. Everyone else seems to know How to shape the sound that comes… But me, I’m just standing here, Waiting for the moment When the world hums. When the world hums, Streets start glowing. When the world hums, Rivers rise. Every color starts unfolding, Every secret harmonizes. But I can’t catch it, Can’t quite hold it, Can’t find where the magic starts. All I have is this restless feeling Rattling around my heart. When the world hums, They all follow. When the world hums, They all know. Every echo finds its meaning, Every melody can grow. So why not me? Why not now? Why can’t I hear what they all hear? When the world hums… Maybe today, Maybe right here, Maybe this is the moment I finally draw near. When the world hums… Let it hum for me. Let it hum.