Today, you play
for me.
Today, nothing matters.
Only the band.
A wall of sound,
caressing my heart.
Your eyes, the way your
smile brightens the room,
it is all contagious.
Nothing can go wrong.
I can barely hear you sing,
but your face says everything.
Why not live our foolish dreams?
Growing up is giving up.
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