The Worn Threshold - Mosswyn (Official Audio)

one bare foot on the splintered sill, the porch air holding still 🌲 A warm tropical house song at 114 bpm with plucked synths, a round kick and a husky alto, for a quiet porch moment after words run out. Listen to the full catalog:    / @mosswynmusic   for the bare foot, resting... the conversation trailed off without an answer and now you are standing barefoot on the porch. you can feel the cold grain of the pine under your bare toe. it is the weight of neither stepping inside nor walking away. you and someone you love have run out of words to say, and the door is right there. the porch light hums in the humid air while you trace a crack in the cedar stair. are we coming home or walking back along the edge of the quiet track? for anyone standing at a door they have not decided to open yet. put it on while the evening cools and the trees stand heavy and still. a rolling bass and soft earthy pads keep it warm while nothing gets said. if you play warm tropical house with a melodic pop heart, this sits right beside it. your shadow stretches across the hall without a whisper against the wall. is the silence still warm from the life you made? nothing has to be decided yet, just the quiet and the warm shade of the porch. Lyrics The worn threshold waits for your heel The cold grain is all you can feel The pine boards give under your bare toe You drift where the night wind wants to blow The loose latch rattles in frame of pine As shadow cuts through the fading line The timber is rough against your skin Before you push the door back in Weighing the weight of a silent frame Not sure if we should stay the same Rest on the worn threshold of the door While the silence settles on the floor It is still warm from the life we made In the deep ochre shade Just step inside or turn away We have run out of words to say Your shadow stretches across the hall Without a whisper against the wall The porch light hums in the humid air You trace a crack in the cedar stair The timber is rough against your skin Before you push the door back in Weighing the weight of a silent frame Not sure if we should stay the same Rest on the worn threshold of the door While the silence settles on the floor It is still warm from the life we made In the deep ochre shade Just step inside or turn away We have run out of words to say The evening cools on the wooden sill The trees outside are so heavy and still Are we coming home or walking back Along the edge of the quiet track Rest on the worn threshold of the door While the silence settles on the floor It is still warm from the life we made In the deep ochre shade Just step inside or turn away We have run out of words to say The worn threshold Still resting on the pine Mosswyn is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #porchmusic #wistfulvibes