[Verse 1] I slip through smoke where lanterns fade, Soft boots counting every sway, You’re lost inside that slow refrain, Front-loaded posture, sweet and brave— Bow arm high, chin in the air, Didn’t lock what’s open back there, Rosin dust in candle glow… Funny how close I can get so slow. [Pre-Chorus] You lean again—perfect line, Two bold curves throw off your time, If I steadied that from behind… Purely musical. Relax. You’re fine. [Chorus] 🎶 Hold that note, don’t turn around, That angle’s loud, that stance is proud, Careful, bard, that bow pulls wide, Whole front row losing its mind, Upper weight in a dangerous place, Hard to keep rhythm at that pace, If I reached out just to correct… You’d thank me for the technique, I bet.* 🎶 [Verse 2] I circle once, then drift back in, Count your breaths beneath the din, Grip looks tense, wrist too tight— Shame if someone fixed that right. Your shoulders roll, I track the sway, Every note points my way, One more bend like that, sweetheart— You’re begging for a spotter part. [Pre-Chorus] Sound blooms heavy when you arch just so, Crowd goes quiet, I move real low, My shadow lands where lanterns don’t— Say the word and I… won’t. [Chorus] 🎶 Slow that draw, you’re tempting fate, That front end’s doing something great, Two proud curves in perfect view, Messing with my timing too, I’m a professional, mostly, see— But posture like that invites me, One little reach, one gentle test… Strictly to help your resonance.* 🎶 [Bridge] You chase the pitch, I chase control, Hands behaving… losing hold, Every sway writes danger signs— And I read them all just fine. Bowstring sings, your balance slips, I hover close at your fingertips, You breathe in time, I match it slow— Stealth means never letting you know. [Final Chorus] 🎶 Hold that note, don’t flinch, don’t freeze, I’m right behind you—pure expertise, Front-heavy tone’s a risky trick, Needs supervision… real quick, You play it sweet, you play it bold, I test how steady that posture holds, One inch closer, still behaving— Saints forgive, but rogues keep aiming.* 🎶 [Outro] Applause hits, you bow polite, Never clock the danger behind the light, I vanish smiling, leave you warm— Lesson one: watch your form.
