Beneath Quiet Skies

In 2015, I remember the guitars,

but not the road that carried me home.

I remember standing in the room,

inside the sound, inside the lights.

Eleven years later,

you came back to the same city,

on a different night.

Only tonight.

Not the past, not who I was.

I only wanted

that sound again.

Only tonight.

Somewhere in Beijing,

you were playing those songs.

Here, the room stayed quiet.

A light went out.

A car passed by.

And I knew

what I was missing.

Only tonight.

One old night,

one new night.

Close enough to almost meet.

Only tonight.

In 2015,

I was there. In 2026,

I was not.

Eleven years, one city,

two different nights almost becoming one.

Only

tonight.

I don't want

the past back. I

only wanted one more night

inside that sound.

Only tonight.

Somewhere, the last note faded.

Here,

I heard nothing.

And still,

I heard you.