Ascent

believe me now: this trying year will end like every other song. we'll choose a couple chords from here, but mistery remains unsolved; the lights are fading, hall is full, you touch the keyboard, black and white, and minor is your music's rule, I don't know what it is about. familiar tune. so, shall we sing? I'm on a stage in bright light circle, it scares me and I cannot see, I cannot make a sound — it's your call, the fear of falling to the ground while watched by silent crowd is rising. two steps like on a tightrope, sound of your voice stabilizing my pounding heart. it's all the same — tragedian, jester — we're together, and look how genuine we became, our solo duo now is tethered, we've changed today, I know we did, and voices intertwined so quicky... I am now more than my heartbeat, and you are everything but weakling. night, grand piano, hanging moon... and luxury of endless music, that's so familiar, but soon you'll see: no strings here are illusive, you'll see how every heart and mind connects in perfect constellation. the dawn is gone, but not finesse, this feeling doesn't need translation, I feel the warmth of sudden breeze; I feel my sadness evanescing. and sea and wind and stars and trees agree that this night is a blessing.