Ａｌｌ Ｉｓ Ｑｕｉｅｔ - Kurt Elling

Meet me in a shadow land of quiet.

Speak to me of loving. But speak low to me — in a whisper.

Whispers open magical doors if you let them —

Opening to hidden rooms full of color —

In shades like marc Chagall.

These days, everybody speaks of love so loud.

They shout, as if love were something owed them —

Like something they can order around —

Like something that comes when called.

Let your body fall away in quiet,

Knowing loving grows over time, like a tree in the forrest.

Your face is as lovely as sleep — faint with stillness.

I can smell the summer there in your tangled hair.

It folds me in a dream.

The reverie of silence — here in the hidden constellation —

Joining the twilight sky, like starry bright —

We’re soaring over everything, like birds in flight,

Into the quiet night.

We’re allowed (aloud)

For all is quiet now