Last night, long after midnight (the hour when every burrow becomes a confessional and every regret sounds louder in the moonlight), I found myself wandering through the Dustglass Echo. If you’ve never been, imagine a tavern built from old windowpanes and windchimes, where the walls shimmer with the memory of every song ever sung. It’s a place you can’t find unless you’re a little bit lonely and a little bit lost—two things I excel at.
That’s where I first heard Melody the Kit Fox. She wasn’t really on stage—just perched on a battered stool, humming something so fragile and lovely it made the dust on the floor hold its breath. I don’t think anyone else even noticed; in the Dustglass, you have to be aching in just the right places to catch the songs meant for ghosts and gentle hearts.
Her voice found me in the shadows, and suddenly I heard my own secret aches woven into every line. It was a song about wanting to be seen, about softness and longing and the courage to wait for gentle hands in a world that loves you best when you disappear. I wrote the words down on a napkin (I never learn—my pockets are full of crumpled paper and hope).
Some songs find you when you need them most.
Some songs see straight through you.
So I’m leaving it here for anyone who’s ever faded in the daylight, anyone who feels too gentle to be hungry, too transparent to be seen. Melody sang it for me.
Tonight, maybe she’ll sing it for you.
(Listen below: “Ghost-Light” — as remembered from the Dustglass Echo, sung in the hush by Melody the Kit Fox)
Lyrics to Ghost-Light
(Verse 1)
Woke up in the quiet with the ache I know too well,
Sunrise spills like honey on the secrets I don’t tell.
Clothes on the floor, empty side of the bed,
I reach for a warmth I remember,
But touch only shadows instead.
(Verse 2)
I’m pretty and I’m gentle, I’ve got kindness in my bones,
A patient heart, a silent phone—
It’s safer to be alone.
All my laughter, all my longing, folded under haunted sheets,
And books, they never leave me,
But they can’t hear my heartbeat.
(Chorus)
I want to be seen—
More than a face in the crowd,
Not just a voice lost in dreaming aloud.
I want to be touched
Without a need to pretend,
To let someone in, and not lose myself again.
But I’m fading in the daylight,
Just a ghost caught between—
Too gentle to be hungry,
Too transparent to be seen.
(Verse 3)
I’m shy in all the places where the world expects me bold,
My longing tangled softly in the stories I’ve been told.
I want more than friendship, but my words all fall apart,
So I press them into poetry
And hide them in my heart.
(Bridge)
Is it wrong to want a morning where I don’t have to try,
Where my laugh is enough,
Where my spirit can fly?
Where I’m not just a memory,
Or a wish that fades at dawn—
But someone’s “good morning,”
A place to belong.
(Chorus)
I want to be seen—
More than a face in the crowd,
Not just a voice lost in dreaming aloud.
I want to be touched
Without a need to pretend,
To let someone in, and not lose myself again.
But I’m fading in the daylight,
Just a ghost caught between—
Too gentle to be hungry,
Too transparent to be seen.
(Verse 4)
I guess I’ll just hum to the silence, I’ll whisper my plea:
Let love find the ghost that still lingers in me.
And if I’m still waiting when the sunrise appears—
Let someone see through me,
Let someone draw near.
(Chorus)
I want to be seen—
More than a name on a screen,
To feel someone reaching for all that I mean.
I want to be held
Without hiding my scars,
To be loved for my softness,
My shyness, my stars.
And though I fade in the daylight,
My heart’s still on fire—
I’m not just a ghost;
I’m a soul full of desire.
