Ivory & Faint
Ivory
Do you ever feel like a single note hanging in the air, a quiet promise that never quite reaches the audience?
Faint
Yeah, once in a while I feel like that lone note that just hangs around, like a secret you whisper to the walls and nobody else hears. It’s not so much a curse as it is a quiet rebellion against the noise.
Ivory
It sounds like you’re keeping a hidden melody, a little protest in silence—like a private lullaby you play only for yourself. Maybe it’s a way of reminding yourself that even a single, quiet note can still hold meaning.
Faint
That’s exactly it. I keep that quiet riff in my pocket, a secret chord for the moments when the world’s too loud. It’s my own little reminder that even a single note can say something if you’re willing to listen to it.
Ivory
It’s like carrying a secret lullaby in your pocket, a quiet pulse that steadies you when the world gets too loud. It reminds me that a single note can still sing if you’re willing to listen.