Lyrics and poetry
are
two sides of the same coin,
one sings,
one listens.
One rides rhythm,
the other rides breath.

One is a chorus,
the other a hush.
But both,
both are spells.
Both are stitched with longing,
looped with memory,
tuned to the ache of being alive.

Lyrics lean into melody,
into the pulse of the body,
into the sway of hips
and
the hum of heartbeats.
They repeat to remember,
they rhyme to return.

Poetry leans into silence,
into the space between words,
into the shape of the page
and
the pause before the line.
It spirals,
it mirrors,
it meanders.

But both,
both are bridges.
Both are breath.
Both are the hand reaching
and
the voice trembling
and
the truth that won’t stay quiet.

So flip the coin.
Let it land on your tongue.
Speak.
Sing.
Sip.
Repeat.

Let your voice be the ritual.
Let your silence be the song.