Secret gigs

The timeline shines, a kaleidoscope of lights Someone’s glow appears, then fades into the night Shadows fall and linger deep inside your chest A bottled voice that never can escape its rest In an old mailbox, sleeping all this time A letter written under silver moonlight Not with ink, but with a gentle prayer it shows “Tonight, just knock upon the secret door” At the little secret gigs, the lanterns turn to stars In hidden corners, far from glassy boulevards Your frozen heart feels heavy, locked in silent stone But when the sound touches, ripples start to grow Not a mirror to compare, but strings that resonate Here together, every soul’s an instrument we play At the little secret gigs, our voices glow like fire Warming frozen fingers, lifting spirits higher The moment you are touched by this melody The world is painted once again in brighter shades of free