Opening — Above the Pulley

High over hay and pulley wheel,
Four choose how the downward paths might feel.
No shoulder-to-shoulder group line forms;
Each finds a safe way toward quilt lawn.

Antiphonal Descent — No Fixed Leader

Brandon and Lillian: “Down by the ladder, steady and slow.”
Alice and Zylar: “Down by the ramp where patchwork colors show.”
First pair: “Who leads?”
Second pair: “Who notices first.”
All: “The answer can change with each verse.”

Brandon goes barefoot where the boards are safe.
Alice checks the clear turn at the base.
Lillian names the blue-square landing.
Zylar watches the screen’s standing shadow.

Verse 1 — Move the Screen

At quilt lawn, the screen faces west.
Its shadow lies across a patchwork square.
Lillian slides it one square toward the sun;
A small metal leaf appears when the move is done.

It held one screen edge flat and tight,
Hiding beneath the frame from sight.
Zylar says, “The clue was already here—
Move one thing, and another grows clear.”

Chorus — Sort by Feeling

Not tallest first, not shortest last—
Sort by the feeling an object casts.
Cozy, bold, puzzled, bright:
Place what belongs by the feeling, not height.

Brandon places a cloth scrap under cozy.
Alice puts a smooth peg under bold.
Lillian lays the metal leaf under puzzled.
Zylar sets a sun card under bright.

Return — Follow the Magnetic Clue

The screen tilts; the metal leaf pulls near.
Its small magnetic tug makes the next turn clear.
One pair answers, then the other;
No singer keeps the lead forever.

They follow the screen back toward the pulley,
Switching the first voice at every bend.
The four feeling objects travel with it,
But one extra button waits at the end.

Turn — The Extra Object

“Too many?” says Brandon. “Buttoned-up trouble?”
“Or a button for someone outside our four?”
Alice says, “It does not need our four places.”
Lillian says, “It can open a fifth.”

Zylar sets the button beside the screen,
Not under cozy, bold, puzzled, or bright.
It becomes the newcomer’s choosing piece—
A role nobody held when the song began.

Final Verse — Two Memories

At the barn loft pulley, the screen stands turned.
One face holds the quilt-lawn shapes they learned.
The other catches the high-loft shadow:
Two sides stay true; neither cancels the other.

The extra button waits in an open place.
No newcomer’s name or look is guessed.
The old four memories stay on their side;
The fifth role waits for whoever comes next.