Among all the voices, I hear but one,
inside my head, resounding like a bell.
The line of street lamps glow like fairy lights,
the air is filled with the music of thought.
Tears, as the heart’s rhythm races with the music,
Moonlight tinkling reality’s piano.
In my mind lovers dance, he held her,
red velvet tears, glistening on her cheekbones.
A lone violin as the dancing fades,
Waves of feelings, mezzo-forte, forte.
The tears like the music, have their melody,
Red velvet shimmers and maybe it ends
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