an intimate show

Ever felt like,
Under the string of yellow lights,
That the songbird on stage
Knew the words to your song?
I looked at his brown eyes
And he looked back at mine.
He heard my words and my melody.
With his guitar at hand
and raspy voice just right,
for this intimate show,
He sings the one that
No one,
Including Myself,
has ever heard.

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