Can you feel me, through the static of the night?
My voice is a shadow crossing your windowlight.
Every heartbeat writes your name in the dust of the stars,
every breath is a lantern hung between our two bars.
If you close your eyes, the wind carries my song
over roofs, over borders, where you know you belong.
Reach out—your palm is the map, my pulse is the key;
listen close, the silence answers: you feel me, you feel me.