Open the Doors

Candles lean beside the old brass rail
Dust turns slowly through the vaulted air
You raise your hands, but do not speak
The room remembers what we cannot keep

Open the doors, let the cold come through
Leave every promise where the stones can hear
Open the doors, I will follow you
Past the locked rooms, past the borrowed fear

A thread of water crosses broken tile
Your coat still carries the river for a while
Under the arch, our breathing meets
Two small flames beneath the wooden seats

No answer, no answer
Only the widening room
No answer, no answer
And the bells beneath the bloom

Open the doors, let the cold come through
Leave every promise where the stones can hear
Open the doors, I will follow you
Past the locked rooms, past the borrowed fear

Stay until the last note falls
Stay until the dark is clear