[00:11.49]There’s a stair between black and day
[00:17.96]where sky begins to lift its gray
[00:24.48]Birds rehearse beneath their breath
[00:30.08]and lamps forget their fear of death
[00:35.39]This is the hinge of every hour—
[00:39.99]a silence sweet with waking power
[00:45.24]You learn the art of in-between
[00:49.10]how endings rinse beginnings clean
[00:57.47]What looked like loss becomes a door
[01:03.53]what felt like last becomes “one more ”
[01:09.62]Night loosens like a gentle bruise
[01:14.93]bleeds into dawn then blooms to blues
[01:42.39]Stand awhile on this thin stair
[01:49.04]let light teach patience to your prayer
[01:55.10]Where night turns blue the heart turns true—
[02:16.37]it learns to love the passing through