Whispers in the Glass

The city hums a quiet tune,

Underneath the silver moon,

Glasses clink, a soft refrain,

Dreams awaken, still half-slain.

Whispers in the glass,

Moments that won't last,

A bittersweet embrace,

Time, it slips away with grace.

Shadows stretch and curtains sway,

Night wraps 'round, it holds the day,

Laughter fades, a gentle sigh,

Echoes linger, asking why.

The vinyl spins, the needle sighs,

Tracing lives beneath the skies,

A world contained in soft regret,

Memories we can't forget.

Whispers in the glass,

Moments that won't last,

A bittersweet embrace,

Time, it slips away with grace.

So let the chords play low and slow,

A melody of what we know,

In the warmth of night’s soft glow,

A fleeting peace, before we go.