on rosin veiled strings, bridged between breaths’ secret spaces in the gnarled mazes of our lungs’ abyss we resist, forgetting how to sing
so shock me with your resonance, why don't you shoot some stars outta my mouth trace this throat with your tips, chase away the harshness and find home, echoing inside us
with lips bleeding notes sketched into the shadows bring me light etched into the corners of time and grab my doubts by the waist with a heart full of lust til our eyes blink away the longing












