In this awkward evening hour
The music flows in beat with my heart
As I express the ache of being apart.
My keyboard's on battery power;
I'm going to play these ballads
Until the sound hits your window and your head
In a sonic moment of fear, pity, and dread.
When the window shatters,
So confident, you'll approach the open air
Wondering what, if anything, truly matters.
No, you're terrified as I see you standing there.
Pausing only for a second,
I then continue my song.
You look down from your tower
Wondering how everything went wrong.
In a clever, passionate, and lyrical ruse
I commit myself to serve as your eternal muse.
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