Dim lights in the bar,

A singer reveals

The deepest secrets

Of a cupid-like star,

Eyes firmly shaking

Hands with the sky

Through the window,

Hands on the guitar

Doing the best

That they know.

 

A round of applause

Brings his mind

Back to the embodied

Artistical presence,

Amongst the patrons

And familiar faces

Stood a new guest

Who produced

Fireflies in his chest

Until the lights

Weren’t dim anymore.

 

His brown eyes

Meet her blue eyes,

Pulling him out

Of his disguise

As he trembles

In the chorus,

Forgets the chords,

Sinks into stillness

And lets the pianist

Take over at his

Own accord.

 

He picks it up

Right at the drop

As she smiles

And helps his mind

Get back to his

Artistical presence;

The cupid-like star shines

As he pulls a string

Hoping it never

Breaks the cling.