Kitchen Light Still On | Empress Data 💡

Kitchen Light Still On 💡 — Empress Data A deep Caribbean roots reggae story about one of the quietest forms of love: coming home late and finding that someone left the kitchen light on and a plate of food waiting for you. LYRICS Gate close soft... Shoes by the door... Whole house sleeping... But one light still on. Late night breeze and the road real still, Long day done but I feeling it still. Step in quiet, bag in my hand, Whole house dark and the night so calm. Clock on the wall and the fan turn slow, Curtain move where the cool wind blow. Then I see that warm little yellow glow, From the kitchen doorway soft and low. One plate covered there on the table, Cup beside it like somebody able To say without saying, “I know yuh reach late, But I make sure there is food on yuh plate.” No long letter, no big display, Just a little love at the end of day. And the tired in my chest start easing on, When I see the kitchen light still on. Kitchen light still on, Though the whole house sleeping. One plate waiting there, That’s the kind of love worth keeping. No big words, No telephone. Long day done, But when I reach home— Kitchen light still on, Still on for me. Kitchen light still on, Like love quietly. Take me back to the schoolday rain, Shoes full of water and the bus came late. Reach the house and before I step in, Smell from the pot make my whole heart grin. Somebody call from the kitchen door, “Wash yuh hand first before yuh touch the floor.” Rice in the pot and a stew on the fire, Little home comforts never get tired. Old tin cup and the table worn, Sunday cloth with the edges torn. Nothing fancy, no silver, no show, But enough love there in that yellow glow. Now I understand what I never saw— Care does live in the smallest law. Food set aside, just in case I run long, And the kitchen light still on. Kitchen light still on, Though the whole house sleeping. One plate waiting there, That’s the kind of love worth keeping. No big words, No telephone. Long day done, But when I reach home— Kitchen light still on, Still on for me. Kitchen light still on, Like love quietly. Some love loud. Some love shine. Some love talk all night. And some love wait In a quiet room Under one small light. No big speech. No grand display. Just “I remember you” At the end of day. Years roll by and the house change face, Different voices moving through the place. Some of the hands that used to care for me Live now only in memory. But tonight I cover a plate the same, Turn down the stove and whisper a name. Hear a key at the door, late footsteps come, And I smile when I see who the light was for. Funny how the love we receive when young Be the little things we do when our turn come. Now I leave that same light glowing soft, For somebody tired coming in after dark. No big lesson, but I finally know, How a simple room can hold your soul. All the love that carried me along Lives in that kitchen light still on. Kitchen light still on, Though the whole house sleeping. One plate waiting there, That’s the kind of love worth keeping. No big words, No telephone. Long day done, But when I reach home— Kitchen light still on, Still on for me. Kitchen light still on, Like love quietly. Kitchen light still on, Soft and warm and strong. Whole life in one little glow— Kitchen light still on. Whole house sleeping... But one light still on. An original Rasta AI Caribbean roots reggae production featuring Empress Data.