It was a lonely chilly night
And I didn’t want the company of bars and cheers
I wanted to listen to my own sound
I went outside to be alone 

In the right place, at the right moment
We talked, we conversed
And did awful lot of beautiful stuff
For me, I guess

There were moments of catching up
Telling random tales and whatnots
These were things we usually did
Ended up ending them and now here it starts

If memory is the scribe of the soul
Then music is the mirror of the soul
There were many commonalities between us
Thus defining our love for music that stills the world

We played a song and I couldn’t help but shake my arms a bit
It was my favorite tune of all
I didn’t tell you that ’cause it’s also yours
In the span of that minute I thought to myself it was a good night

I like how amazing things can get
Without me actually realizing any of this
The lights became clearer
My eyes finally have seen color

Yet I have this feeling crawling to my chest
Saying that there is something not right
Something that can weigh this beautiful night to the ground
It’s probably because the song we were playing was about to end

It was just a song in a million of other songs
There were more, probably better, probably catchier
It stung my backbone and gave it narrow chills
It’s quite difficult to be attached and to be detached quite too soon

I hope the song will continue playing not just any song
He swiped up and pressed that circular arrow and tapped it twice
“Now, it’s on repeat” and gave a smile


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