The Unpushed Plate - Tamsin Reigh (Official Audio)

a thumb on the raised rim of a plate nobody touched, and the door handle clicking down 🔆 Warm tropical-house pop at 114 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for a quiet morning when someone is leaving. Listen to the full catalog:    / @tamsinreighmusic   for the plate left waiting... you stand in the kitchen and the toast has gone cold on the blue glaze, and neither of you says a word. it feels like a stiff, gentle hush, a routine interrupted while you both know someone is leaving. you hear the door handle click down and your thumb keeps tracing the rim of the plate. two people at the counter, each waiting for the other to break the stillness first. we haven't said words since the sun started high. the sun on the counter stays level and still while your jacket is zipped against the morning chill. for the one who fastens their buttons up to the chest and just listens for the click. put it on while the kitchen goes quiet around a plate nobody touched, easy at 114 bpm. a fan of melodic pop and soft tropical house will settle right into these plucked synths and finger-snaps. a warm mezzo vocal and a rolling bass carry the ache, and nothing ever gets loud. have you ever watched someone reach for the door and felt a whole meal go untouched? it's the distance you measure at the counter to see what is real. for anyone who stayed at the counter alone after the door closed on a quiet morning. do you leave it right there, the plate, the light, the last small thing between you? Lyrics The unpushed plate right here. The butter is soft in the glass butter dish We poured out our coffee just like you could wish The toast has gone cold on the patterned blue glaze While we stand in the kitchen and stare through the haze And the unpushed plate sits right there in the light Between your left hand and the edge of my sight. The handle is cold where your fingers will rest I fasten the buttons right up to my chest We haven't said words since the sun started high Now we listen for metal to click and goodbye. Your thumb traces porcelain right on the stone As you turn for the door and I stay here alone The unpushed plate holds all the weight of the room While the morning breaks open in silence and gloom Oh, the unpushed plate never tasted the meal Just a distance we measure to see what is real. I look at the silver still crossed on the side With nowhere to turn and no reason to hide Your jacket is zipped against morning's first chill While the sun on the counter stays level and still And nobody else would stand frozen like this Without even offering one final kiss. The handle is cold where your fingers will rest I fasten the buttons right up to my chest We haven't said words since the sun started high Now we listen for metal to click and goodbye. Your thumb traces porcelain right on the stone As you turn for the door and I stay here alone The unpushed plate holds all the weight of the room While the morning breaks open in silence and gloom Oh, the unpushed plate never tasted the meal Just a distance we measure to see what is real. If you lift up the latch and you walk to the street I will look at the place where our mornings would meet It was never about what we cooked on the stove It was waiting to see if we still had our groove. Your thumb traces porcelain right on the stone As you turn for the door and I stay here alone The unpushed plate holds all the weight of the room While the morning breaks open in silence and gloom Oh, the unpushed plate never tasted the meal Just a distance we measure to see what is real. Just a distance we measure. Leave it right there. Tamsin Reigh is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #melodicpop #quietmorning