I shake it off like the rain on a tin roof,

doubt tries to cling but I slip through its grip.

Bow sings, heart swings, up on a tightrope—

I spin, let the sting fall off my fingertips.

They whisper “too soft,” they hammer “too wild,”

I answer with fire, six-stringed and undefiled.

Every scratch, every scar, every broken refrain

sparks gold in the dark, becomes my champagne.

So watch me laugh, watch me rise, watch me soar,

I’m still dancing, still dreaming, still wanting it more.

See you again, beneath the amber sky,

Streetlights flicker like the notes we used to play.

Your laughter hides inside the violin,

Every tear becomes a melody that stays.

Though miles grow long and nights forget your name,

I still chase the echo of your refrain.

When the final chord fades into the wind,

I’ll close my eyes and see you again.