Lyrics

They tell us to chase the spark.
But no one tells us
what waits…
after it.

The sky no longer burns the same,
the stars have settled into place.
No rushing pulse, no endless fire,
just quieter forms of desire.

I used to measure love by light,
by how it danced against the night.
But even constellations know
their deepest beauty moves more slow.

Maybe nothing disappeared.
Maybe everything grew near.

After the spark, I found the flame
that doesn't need a world to change.
Not louder now, but burning true,
steady as the morning dew.

Love is not what fades away—
it's what remains when light turns day.
After the rush, after the start,
I found forever in the quiet heart.

The silence doesn't frighten me;
it's where I hear what's meant to be.
No need to reach beyond the sky
when galaxies live in your eyes.

Every ordinary day
holds a miracle in smaller ways.
The hand that stays, the breath we share,
the simple proof that someone cares.

I thought forever looked like flame,
always wild, always untamed.
Now I know the brightest fire
learns the language of the quieter.

Not every season has to bloom.
Roots grow strongest out of view.

After the spark, I found the flame
that doesn't need a world to change.
Not louder now, but burning true,
steady as the morning dew.

Love is not what fades away—
it's what remains when light turns day.
After the rush, after the start,
I found forever in the quiet heart.

The universe expands in silence.
So do we.

Not every miracle arrives
wearing lightning.

Some arrive
as trust.

Some arrive
as peace.

Some arrive
as the gentle certainty

that no one has to shine alone.

After the spark, I found the flame
that taught my soul a different name.
No longer reaching just to feel,
but learning how to make love real.

Every sunrise, every scar,
every ordinary heart.
After the rush, after the start,
I found forever in the quiet heart.

After the spark…
the light stayed on.

After the spark…
we became the flame.

The spark begins the story.
Love…
is everything that follows.