Vienna Morning (The End of Act I)

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The streets have found their morning voice,
The cafés raise their chairs.
Someone opens painted shutters,
Someone sweeps away the air.

The river keeps its quiet promise,
The church bells keep their time.

As if the world has not been altered

By one impossible night.

A baker dusts the windows white,
A bicycle rolls by.

The city's learning how to wake.

I'm learning how to say goodbye.

Nothing looks different.

Everything is.

Vienna morning, hold this light
A little longer if you can.
Keep his laughter in the alleyways,
His footprints where they ran.

Let the bridges keep our secrets,
Let the rooftops know our names.

If the world forgets we happened,

Please remember us

The same.

I thought goodbye would sound dramatic,
Like a symphony or rain.

Instead it feels like quiet footsteps

Boarding one departing train.

There were so many things I didn't ask.

The songs he loved.

The books he kept.

The stories from his childhood,

The dreams he hasn't reached yet.

Perhaps not knowing

Is another way

Of holding someone close.

Some people leave you

With answers.

Others leave you

With wonder.

Vienna morning, carry him
Beyond these unfamiliar streets.
Past every field and station sign,
Where memory and daylight meet.

And if he pauses by a window,
Or hears a distant violin,

Let this city softly whisper,

"You were here.

You loved.

Begin again."

I used to believe

That love required promises.

Dates circled on calendars.

Plans made months ahead.

Now I think

Sometimes it begins

With a conversation.

And sometimes

Its greatest act of courage

Is trusting

That conversation

To echo

Long after the voices are gone.

Vienna morning, I will leave,
But not the way I came.
This city wears a different sky,
Though every street's the same.

One night cannot last forever.
Neither can the rising sun.

But somewhere in the life ahead,

Whenever morning comes,

I'll think of this small corner

Of the world,

Where time stood still

Just long enough

For two strangers

To become

A memory

Worth carrying.

Vienna morning...

Until we meet again.

[The orchestra reprises the central melody from "One More Stop."]

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The streets have found their morning voice, The cafés raise their chairs. Someone opens painted shutters, Someone sweeps away the air. The river keeps its quiet promise, The church bells keep their time. As if the world has not been altered By one impossible night. A baker dusts the windows white, A bicycle rolls by. The city's learning how to wake. I'm learning how to say goodbye. Nothing looks different. Everything is. Vienna morning, hold this light A little longer if you can. Keep his laughter in the alleyways, His footprints where they ran. Let the bridges keep our secrets, Let the rooftops know our names. If the world forgets we happened, Please remember us The same. I thought goodbye would sound dramatic, Like a symphony or rain. Instead it feels like quiet footsteps Boarding one departing train. There were so many things I didn't ask. The songs he loved. The books he kept. The stories from his childhood, The dreams he hasn't reached yet. Perhaps not knowing Is another way Of holding someone close. Some people leave you With answers. Others leave you With wonder. Vienna morning, carry him Beyond these unfamiliar streets. Past every field and station sign, Where memory and daylight meet. And if he pauses by a window, Or hears a distant violin, Let this city softly whisper, "You were here. You loved. Begin again." I used to believe That love required promises. Dates circled on calendars. Plans made months ahead. Now I think Sometimes it begins With a conversation. And sometimes Its greatest act of courage Is trusting That conversation To echo Long after the voices are gone. Vienna morning, I will leave, But not the way I came. This city wears a different sky, Though every street's the same. One night cannot last forever. Neither can the rising sun. But somewhere in the life ahead, Whenever morning comes, I'll think of this small corner Of the world, Where time stood still Just long enough For two strangers To become A memory Worth carrying. Vienna morning... Until we meet again. [The orchestra reprises the central melody from "One More Stop."]

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