Just the two of us,

beneath this neon moon,

your breath on my fretboard,

my heartbeat in your loop.

Strings bend like questions,

chimes answer in blue,

every silence we scatter

blooms back into tune.

No crowd, no clock, no ceiling—

only skin, wood, and light;

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Hands up, ceiling can’t cage this spark,

we rocket off the parquet, past the dark.

Voices thunder, boots strike meteor gold,

every heartbeat’s a kick-drum, loud and bold.

Raise the sky, watch it shatter like glass,

we own the night, no rewind, no past.

Breath in the strobe, let the bass unwind,

we’re infinite, lifting, impossible to bind.