Masks -3.Presence

People wear masks as long as meeting needs protection. They arise from memory, not from intention. And they don’t disappear through truth, but through quiet. When nothing needs defending anymore, between two faces a space remains. Not you. Not me. HmmAhhHmm A breath without a role. Here begins something that belongs to no one. [Chorus] No mask falls. It becomes unnecessary. And in the in-between, where no one has to be someone, softly resonates the third presence. Not visible. Not named. Just there. [Refrain] Nothing falls. Nothing breaks. Something simply becomes still. [Chorus] This is the connection: Masks don’t disappear through understanding. They disappear when relationship becomes safe. And exactly there the third presence can emerge. [Interlude, guitar, harp, soft piano] People wear masks like breath in winter — visible only for a moment. [Refrain] Nothing falls. Nothing breaks. Something simply becomes still. [Chorus] Not from deception. From memory. From old rooms where protection meant love. I see masks like doors that once had to be closed. [Refrain] Nothing falls. Nothing breaks. Something simply becomes still. Some open by themselves when no one pulls at them anymore. Beneath every mask no different face — only space. [Refrain] Nothing falls. Nothing breaks. Something simply becomes still. And sometimes, when two people stop being someone, time shifts. [Refrain] Nothing falls. Nothing breaks. Something simply becomes still. [Chorus] Then there is no hiding, no searching. HmmAhhHmm Only skin. Only breath. Only now. And that is enough.