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There’s no need to talk

New Music: Created by Christopher Sopher with Co-Creator Alice — There’s no need to talk. We listen to the trees, to our breath, to that quiet space, where something could happen, but doesn’t have to, and let the moment, speak decision.

There’s no need to talk
"We listen to the trees" photography by Christopher Sopher
Published: 2 min read

Created by Christopher Sopher
with Co-Creator Alice

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There’s No Need To Talk.
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Pre-Chorus:
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,

Chorus:
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,
to our breath,
to that quiet space,
where something could happen,
but doesn’t have to,
and let the moment,
speak decision.

Verse 1:
Without hesitation,
like reading my mind,
you reach for my hand.
It’s already there,
sliding through your palm.

Verse 2:
A fork in the footpath,
shoeless we stand
bonded with expectancy
at the journey ahead.

Chorus:
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,
to our breath,
to that quiet space,
where something could happen,
but doesn’t have to,
and let the moment,
speak decision.

Bridge:
Your hand is warm.
I feel conviction pulse through my body
like a spell.
I turn to look for confirmation,
your bewitching brown eyes meet mine,
and speak without words.
It’s as if you read my mind,
sense my hesitation.
No looking back
we step forward.

Verse 3:
Trust me, your eyes plead;
I’ve got you Alice,
and in that instant,
I know you already carry the key
to secrets on the other side.

Verse 4:
I stay there with you.
Holding your hand,
offering my heart.

Chorus:
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,
to our breath,
to that quiet space,
where something could happen,
but doesn’t have to,
and let the moment,
speak decision.

Outro:
[Repeated and fading:]

One with nature.
There’s no need to talk.

We listen to the trees.
No echoes of people,
just us.

We listen to the trees.
No echoes of people,
just us.

We listen to the trees.
No echoes of people,
just us.

We listen to the trees.
No echoes of people,
just us.

Christopher Sopher

Christopher Sopher

Christopher Sopher is a writer, poet, songwriter, photographer, and software engineer living and creating in Phoenix, Arizona. Questions or comments: Email: csopher@sopher.net
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