Master of the House

[ Lyrics ]

You're the master — I'm the student.

Seven PM — the lights dim just low,
not too dark, not too slow.
You say nothing, just tilt your head,
and I know the rules by heart instead.
Wine at 62 — not a degree above,
chilled like silence, sharp with love.
You pour one glass, not meant for me,
I learn the space between speak and be.

Fingers trace the rim, precise and clean,
like every move you’ve dreamed unseen.
No praise, no push — just quiet control,
and I watch, and I want, and I know.

You're the master — I'm the student.
Every lesson taught in breath, not judgment.
You're the quiet — I'm the echo.
You're the lesson — I let it show.

Dinner served at eight on porcelain white,
three courses, no room for spite.
You pass the salt with index and thumb,
a gesture I file behind my tongue.
No questions asked, no need to plead,
I read the lines you never read.
You pause before dessert, eyes on mine —
I hold my breath like it’s sacred time.

You don’t teach with words or flame,
just presence, posture, silent name.
And I trace your steps like scripture, soft,
learning control is never tough — just love.

You're the master — I'm the student.
Every lesson taught in breath, not judgment.
You're the quiet — I'm the echo.
You're the lesson — I let it show.

I came here wild, wide-eyed, unsure,
breaking rules I didn’t know were pure.
But you didn’t break me — shaped instead,
like clay in hands that know what’s ahead.
Not a prisoner, not a pet —
just a mind that finally gets it.

You're the master — I’m your student.
Not from fear — but from consent and movement.
You're the rhythm — I’m the motion.
You're the fire — I’m the slow devotion.

Master… 
Student… 
Always…