Sitting in this music, the strings send pitches of heart to me. We are like old men, cleaning our glasses. Playing me a soft, under the soft, red lights night. In a small quiet club. Where a zone exists. In an energy of love and unity and black tights. Against the pavement, my heels aren’t as loud as the rain pour. I run into the streets, searching for you. I found you in the coffee shop, but it has disappeared. I will search this entire town, until I find my heart. My heart which heals and mends any pains. Only to speak the words of love. It is the ocean that sings on your red light. Tonight.
Caeli's Words 