Bodies shifting side to side Half-lit figures blur and bend You move once, the whole room follows I move back, you turn again Small reactions, slight delays Signals folded into grace No one here could map the pattern Passing softly face to face The crowd pulls thin The ceiling sways Conversations fade to fractured shapes You hold the air Without a sound Tilting all the movement toward yourself The room folds into softer lines Whenever you look my way Tables drift like moving tides Voices thinning into haze Something passes back and forth Without a single word Still enough to pull us nearer Over all the others blurred Blue reflections on your collar Late arrivals near the stage Every glance lands slightly closer Measured like a hidden phrase Your silhouette cuts through motion Like a fault beneath the floor I can feel the timing shifting Toward the space you’re standing for The crowd pulls thin The ceiling sways Conversations fade to fractured shapes You hold the air Without a sound Tilting all the movement toward yourself The room folds into softer lines Whenever you look my way Tables drift like moving tides Voices thinning into haze Something passes back and forth Without a single word Still enough to pull us nearer Over all the others blurred Promises Promises Promises
