Whispers in the Walls

[Verse 1] Sunday breathes through half-drawn blinds Afternoon folds me in cotton quiet Beard rough, mug empty, thoughts untied Ceiling watching back with patient eyes [Verse 2] Three small hurricanes hit the floor Claws on oak, a blur of midnight fur Tail-chasing whirlwinds, couch to door Turning calm into a joyful blur [Chorus] NO RINGS, NO ROARS—JUST WHISPERS IN THE WALLS! MY DESK A RAFT, MY CATS THE ONLY CREW! In this hush, I paint worlds from thin air While the sax hums low like it always knew [Verse 3] Samson sprawls on half-scribbled lines Ink and nap in perfect compromise Sky pulls clouds like worn-out blinds October slows beneath grey skies [Bridge] No knock comes, but brushes reply Code and color fill the silent room Speakers murmur, kittens sigh And I’m full—though no one’s in the room [Chorus] NO RINGS, NO ROARS—JUST WHISPERS IN THE WALLS! MY DESK A RAFT, MY CATS THE ONLY CREW! In this hush, I paint worlds from thin air While the sax hums low like it always knew [Sax Solo: Expressive, lyrical phrasing over grooving bass and fingerpicked guitar] [Outro: Bass groove fades with gentle guitar and distant sax echo] (softly) Sunday needs no grand design Just paws, a pen, and time that’s mine