The Edge

A tune for cherry blossom season

You’re reading and listening to Tinier Desk. This is my home to share art in progress — today, a little tune I wrote last Spring, revived and recorded at home this week while the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. For more posts like this, hit that subscribe button if you haven’t already.

A perfect day feels tangible in cherry blossom season. When the sun blankets the sky in crystal blue and the trees softly bustle in cotton candy pink, the moment begs for our presence.

What’s your perfect day in your neighborhood? It’s one of my favorite questions to ask people.

Austin Kleon

says, “The day is the only unit of time that I can really get my head around. Seasons change, weeks are completely human-made, but the day has a rhythm. The sun goes up; the sun goes down. I can handle that.”

I think a perfect day gives us hope for tomorrow without actually fixating on what it will bring when it arrives. The rhythm of the day gives us momentum, pushes us to the edge where something good, perhaps something we’ve dreamed of, awaits.

“The Edge” is an ode to a perfect day.

» LYRICS

Cheeries float above my head
They fall on down, I feel again

They paint the skies pink and blues
But under ceilings, can’t see through

Night will come and morning go
We’re in the park, all alone

We don’t have plans
But we’re closer than it seems
I hope you understand
That we’re on the edge of a dream

The edge, the edge, the edge of dream
The edge, the edge, the edge

The edge, the edge, the edge of dream
The edge, the edge, the edge