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Light in the Quiet
Electric nights and quiet rooms…
Funny how love finds its way through both.
Sometimes it’s a whisper,
Sometimes it’s a lightning bolt.
Tonight… it’s you.
[B♭ – Gm – E♭ – F]
You move like a sunrise breaking through the blinds,
A gentle kind of wonder slipping into my mind.
Every heartbeat echoes something I can’t hide,
Like a secret I’ve been keeping on the softer side.
[E♭ – F – Gm – F]
And I’ve been drifting through the shadows,
Trying hard to understand.
But every time you’re standing near me,
I remember who I am.
[B♭ – F – Gm – E♭ – B♭]
You’re the light in the quiet,
The calm in the storm I’ve been learning to fight.
You’re the truth when I try it,
The spark in the dark that keeps pulling me right.
If the world starts fading,
You’re the color I keep saving—
Yeah, you’re the light in the quiet.
[B♭ – Gm – E♭ – F]
I’ve been walking through the echoes of the things I’ve lost,
Counting every moment, never knowing the cost.
But you showed me how the broken pieces still align,
How the past can fade away when your hand’s in mine.
[E♭ – F – Gm – F]
And I’ve been drifting through the shadows,
Trying hard to understand.
But every time you’re standing near me,
I remember who I am.
[B♭ – F – Gm – E♭ – B♭]
You’re the light in the quiet,
The calm in the storm I’ve been learning to fight.
You’re the truth when I try it,
The spark in the dark that keeps pulling me right.
If the world starts fading,
You’re the color I keep saving—
Yeah, you’re the light in the quiet.
[Progression: B♭ – Gm – E♭ – F]
(Soft delay, warm bends, melodic phrasing)
[B♭ – Gm – E♭ – F]
There’s a shimmer in the silence when you say my name,
Like the universe is humming in a gentle flame.
And the moment that you hold me, everything aligns,
Like the stars have been rehearsing for this perfect time.
[E♭ – F – Gm – F]
And I’ve been drifting through the shadows,
Trying hard to understand.
But every time you’re standing near me,
I remember who I am.
[B♭ – F – Gm – E♭ – B♭]
You’re the light in the quiet,
The calm in the storm I’ve been learning to fight.
You’re the truth when I try it,
The spark in the dark that keeps pulling me right.
If the world starts fading,
You’re the color I keep saving—
Yeah, you’re the light in the quiet.
[Gm – Dm – E♭ – F – Gm – Dm – E♭ – F – B♭]
I spent so long chasing shadows,
Trying to outrun the night.
But you opened up a doorway
Where the world turned into light.
And the moment that you touched me,
Every fear began to fall—
Now the quiet feels like heaven,
And your heartbeat says it all.
[B♭ – Gm – E♭ – F – B♭]
You’re the light in the quiet…
You’re the light in the quiet…
(whispered)
You’re the light

Light in the Quiet

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Light in the Quiet

Edwin Balder