So what if the night bends blue,
trumpet spits stardust in twos;
we walk on silence, shoes off,
bassline ticking like a loose heart.
So what if the city forgets our names,
neon signs spell maybe;
I blow a question, you answer in echoes,
modal miles melting the mirror.
So what if tomorrow’s chord is unwritten—
we ride the pause, silver, unrepentant,
letting the sky flatten to a single note:
so what, so what, so what we swing.