In this city of whispers and shadows,
Where neon blinks to forget its day,
A man plays piano by moonlight,
Till dawn steals his song away.

His fingers dance on ivory keys,
Spinning tales in minor and majo,
But the night is a cruel conductor,
Erasing every note he knows how.

"Play louder," says the streetlamp, cold.
"Who needs quiet when lights are bold?"
Yet, beneath their indifferent gaze,
He finds solace where silence pays.

Tomorrow will find him elsewhere,
Another corner, another player,
For in this town of fleeting dreams,
It's better to move than to scheme.

So listen now while you can hear
The music before it disappears.
It speaks of lost lovers and broken hearts,
And the stories we wish were real parts.

But dawn comes quick with its cleansing tide,
Washing away what once was pride.
And as night fades into day's embrace,
His melody vanishes from this place.

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"stop performing. start meaning it."
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