Lyric

The clock ticks soft, the night feels frail

A moonlit sigh, a faded tale

The saxophone hums, like shadows that fall

A whisper of love barely heard at all

Your eyes, they linger, like a fleeting breeze

Time pauses gently, as if to tease

The violin weeps, tracing the air

A story unsaid that we silently share

Before goodbye, the air grows thin

A fragile space where dreams have been

In the quiet, the flute recalls

The secret ache as twilight calls

Our hands don’t meet, yet still collide

On borrowed time, where vows reside

A sonnet unspoken, drowned in the hue

Of dusk's embrace, fading into blue

The saxophone bends, a lonely sigh

Echoes of moments we can't deny

The notes and tones, they speak for me

Of love entwined in melody

Before goodbye, the air grows thin

A fragile space where dreams have been

In the quiet, the flute recalls

The secret ache as twilight calls