Jeff Zarling - When The Circle Bends

There is a room beneath the sound
No ceiling there, no solid ground
Each step rise before the floor
Each turn reveals another door
The air is moving through the stone
A shape is forming on its own
We do not push, we do not pull
We follow where the space unfolds
Do not count the way we learn
Let the angle shift and turn
Every line we thought was straight
Changes when the pulses meet
When the circle bends
We move without a line
Where the measure ends
A different shape line
When the circle bends
No, no
No falling, only change
The pattern opens wide
And nothing stays arranged oh
A tone divides without a break
It comes again, but not the same
The light leans downward toward the base
The room keeps changing shape and place
A narrow path becomes a field
A hidden edge begins to yield
You hear the space between the sound
And feel it turning us around
Now force the beat to stay
Let it choose another way
Every time the pattern turns
Something unfamiliar forms
When the circle bends
We move without a line
We're the measuring
A different shape of lies
When the circle bends
No falling, only change
The pattern opens wide
And nothing stays arranged oh
The floor is not below us
The sound is not behind
The rhythm has no border
The shape has left the line
No north, no, no
Censor stays
The rhythm chooses other ways
We do not be, we do not chase
We enter the moving space
When the circle bends
We move beyond the line
Where the measure ends
Another form arrives
When the circle bends
No falling, only change
The pattern opens wide
And everything re-unbreaking
When the circle bends
The old direction fades
We had to do sound to lead by other words
The circle never broke
It changed