A crackle in the hallway, a soft and rhythmic hum
He watches from the balcony as the morning shadows come
There she stands in sunlight, with her hand in Vaggie’s grip
A secret sigh of longing starts to tremble on his lip
He adjusts his crimson bowtie, his grin a jagged line
Accepting that her radiance was never meant to shine
On him in quiet corners or in dreams of something more
Yet he finds a strange contentment through the cracking of the door
For her laugh is like a broadcast, clear and soaring high
A melody that colors all the grayness of his sky
If her heart is full of fire, if her soul is free of fear
Then the static in his spirit finds a reason to be clear
It’s a bittersweet performance, a solo in the dark
To love the glowing ember while another fans the spark
He’ll be her loyal shadow, the demon in the wings
Finding joy within the music that her happy spirit sings
A gentleman’s devotion, wrapped in velvet and in pride
With a world of hidden sorrow tucked away deep down inside
He tips his hat in silence to the love he cannot share
Happy just to breathe the same redeemed and holy air
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
A crackle in the hallway, a soft and rhythmic hum
He watches from the balcony as the morning shadows come
There she stands in sunlight, with her hand in Vaggie’s grip
A secret sigh of longing starts to tremble on his lip
He adjusts his crimson bowtie, his grin a jagged line
Accepting that her radiance was never meant to shine
On him in quiet corners or in dreams of something more
Yet he finds a strange contentment through the cracking of the door
For her laugh is like a broadcast, clear and soaring high
A melody that colors all the grayness of his sky
If her heart is full of fire, if her soul is free of fear
Then the static in his spirit finds a reason to be clear
It’s a bittersweet performance, a solo in the dark
To love the glowing ember while another fans the spark
He’ll be her loyal shadow, the demon in the wings
Finding joy within the music that her happy spirit sings
A gentleman’s devotion, wrapped in velvet and in pride
With a world of hidden sorrow tucked away deep down inside
He tips his hat in silence to the love he cannot share
Happy just to breathe the same redeemed and holy air
