Sitting in this music, the strings send pitches of heart to me. We are like old men, cleaning our glasses. Playing me a soft, under the soft, red lights night. In a small quiet club. Where a zone exists. In an energy of love and unity and black tights. Against the pavement, my heels aren’t as loud as the rain pour. I run into the streets, searching for you. I found you in the coffee shop, but it has disappeared. I will search this entire town, until I find my heart. My heart which heals and mends any pains. Only to speak the words of love. It is the ocean that sings on your red light. Tonight.