That night..
As a hustling day ends
Her lonesome night starts
Customarily she stays on the terrace
Cup filled with hard coffee
A soft music fills the air
Quietly humming along
Just next to her door
Could hear the vibrating string
That sweet sound melody
She closed her eyes
She heard it more
She felt it more
Heart beating
Brain dreaming
Deep within her
Falling for the music
Perhaps for the musician
Twirling along the acoustics
Smitten with the rhythm
Unfortunately the night passed
In the blink of an eye
She wished for
For dawn to turn dusk
To reconcile the moment
An air of melancholy surrounded her
Since the same night never appeared
As a hustling day ends
Her lonesome night starts
Customarily she stays on the terrace
Cup filled with hard coffee
A soft music fills the air
Quietly humming along
Just next to her door
Could hear the vibrating string
That sweet sound melody
She closed her eyes
She heard it more
She felt it more
Heart beating
Brain dreaming
Deep within her
Falling for the music
Perhaps for the musician
Twirling along the acoustics
Smitten with the rhythm
Unfortunately the night passed
In the blink of an eye
She wished for
For dawn to turn dusk
To reconcile the moment
An air of melancholy surrounded her
Since the same night never appeared
