MUSIC FOR SALE

Fog curls soft around the stone
City hums in a minor tone
Golden eyes in the pale night air
You feel me watching—but I'm not there

Every step echoes something old
Every secret never told
Hear that low brass breathing time
While the stars lean in to listen

Whispers in the whiskerwind
Call me close, then pull me in
Floating notes, slow and thin
Lost between where now and when has been

Rooftop clocks tick far away
Night holds tight what dawn won't say
Tail-tip trembles, heart stays still
Theremin cries against my will

Heavy steps in a velvet pace
Tuba wraps me in warm bass
Every note bends, slides, sighs
Like a tear that never dries

Whispers in the whiskerwind
Soft as fur against my skin
Every tone begins to bend
Till the silence sings again

Don't chase me…
I drift.
I sway.
I vanish between the notes you play.

Whispers in the whiskerwind
Stay with me—don't ask me when
If I fade before the sun
Know I stayed till the song was done

Footprints fade where the night was born
Theremin sighs as the sky turns warm
Low brass hums one final line
Nine lives pass… but this one's mine