Capriccio

Capriccio
I love the landing in my apartment building. The night view isn't it beautiful.
This is the 14th floor, so it's pretty high up.
I can't tell if it's crickets or bell crickets. Ceaseless, the whole time.
Riri riri. Riri riri. Riri riri. Riri riri.
The performance comes drifting in.
Where are they even playing, for the sound to carry all the way up here?
From the landing, I can see the night view.
An orchestra of insects slips in through my ears.
Sending signals straight to my head.
The red blinking of the smokestacks and the insects' rhythm they're linked.
Sometimes, everything needs a reason.
And going on finding meaning in everything, talking about it that's just like this orchestra.
From the moment I heard it, I became the conductor.
The smokestacks just keep on blinking. As long as I can hear the performance, even in the insects' breath, and see the smokestacks' light the conducting never ends.
The performance comes drifting in.
Where are they even playing, for the sound to carry all the way up here?
From the landing, I can see the night view.
An orchestra slips in through my ears, sending signals straight to my head.
The red blinking of the smokestacks and the insects' rhythm keep linking, further and further.
It's the landing. With the performance too, the light turns a deep, burning red, becoming a spotlight.
Dancing, going mad. I keep dancing, going mad.
Riri riri. Riri riri. Riri riri. Riri riri.
Step by step, tying rhythm to the run of notes, the blinking repeats. And it becomes a capriccio.
Dancing, going mad. I keep dancing, going mad.
Dancing, going mad. I keep dancing, going mad.
Dancing, going mad. I keep dancing, going mad.
Dancing, going mad. I dance, going mad.
dam gniog ,ecnad I
dance, going mad.
dam gniog ,ecnad I
dancing, going mad.
Riri riri. Riri riri. Riri riri. Riri riri.