The Untuned String - Marlowe Sayre (Official Audio)

a frost morning, a slack string, and a hand that waits 💨 Airy tropical-house with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for a frosty morning when the house is quiet and something is left unsaid. Listen to the full catalog:    / @marlowesayremusic   for the slack string... your hand hovers over the tuning peg of an old guitar and the quiet house holds its breath. frost on everything and early light like glass across the floor. you want to turn it, and you are afraid of how loud one note will be. that careful hesitation before you break a comfortable silence. you have not spoken in days and the distance sits in the room between you. two people share the silence like a fragile prize, each waiting for the other to move. a single twist could change the whole design. just let it rest, within the quiet chest. warm four-on-the-floor and soft finger-snaps, an easy pulse for a slow frost morning. for anyone standing in a still room, deciding whether to speak first. if you like melodic pop and airy tropical house with a soprano out front, stay a while. plucked synths and soft mallets open up like a wide pale sky over the frost. have you ever stood this close to saying something and let the silence stretch instead? which would you rather hear first, the string or the answer? Lyrics The untuned string rests in the quiet air While morning frost is frozen everywhere My fingers hover near the rusted peg Too numb to turn, too proud tonight to beg The early light is glass upon the floor We haven't spoken since the sun before A slackened note just waiting for a sign While deep beneath the winter shadows pine And all the distance hangs between us two Not sure if this is what we want to do Against the quiet chill The untuned string is waiting for a sound Above the hardwood where the quiet is found A single twist could change the whole design Or leave us frozen on the very line Oh, let the untuned string just gently stay While frost and winter slowly melt away You look across the room without a word As if the slightest motion could be heard The metal gleams beside the cedar chair With crisp December hanging in the air We share the silence like a fragile prize With winter mornings freezing in our eyes And all the distance hangs between us two Not sure if this is what we want to do Against the quiet chill The untuned string is waiting for a sound Above the hardwood where the quiet is found A single twist could change the whole design Or leave us frozen on the very line Oh, let the untuned string just gently stay While frost and winter slowly melt away We let the silence stretch its gentle wings Without the turning of the metal rings A pausing moment in the chilly air Before we answer why we're standing there The untuned string is waiting for a sound Above the hardwood where the quiet is found A single twist could change the whole design Or leave us frozen on the very line Oh, let the untuned string just gently stay While frost and winter slowly melt away Just let it rest Within the quiet chest Marlowe Sayre is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #frostmorning #airypop