🌙 “Pink Moon on a Star Filled Night”
(for soft piano & flute)
(Intro – gentle piano chords; flute like a breath of wind)
Verse 1
I sit on the edge of the world tonight,
Where the cliffs fall into the sea.
No voices call, no footsteps rise—
Just the stars, the wind, and me.
One bare tree stands against the sky,
Its branches broken, reaching high.
And through those limbs, she starts to climb—
The pink moon, full and shy.
(Flute echoes the last line – airy, slow)
Verse 2
She rises slow, wrapped in haze,
A ghost of light, the sky her stage.
She paints the night in whispered tones,
Soft and still, and all alone.
The stars above are burning cold,
Like stories left untold.
But none can hold a gaze like her—
So quiet, wide, and old.
Chorus
Through the tree, I see the moon,
Wearing the dark like a silver tune.
No one near, no sound but air—
Just her glow and my quiet stare.
She hangs alone, so far, so free,
That pink moon looking back at me.
(Short instrumental – flute drifts; piano holds space)
Verse 3
No words belong to nights like this—
They’d only bruise the peace.
The world’s asleep beneath her light,
And time begins to cease.
The ocean murmurs far below,
But here, all things are still.
Just me, the moon, the empty sky,
And that tree upon the hill.
Chorus (final)
Through the tree, I see the moon,
Quiet and pale in the dark of June.
She doesn’t speak, but seems to know,
The silence where the lost things go.
So I sit beneath her watching me,
This pink moon through the broken tree.
(Outro – piano softens, flute fades into hush)