Still Rhythm

[Verse 1]
The fridge motor hums, a low, familiar drone,
Our private symphony, on kitchen floor of stone.
No melody needed, no strings to pluck or bend,
Just the pulse in your wrist, where my fingers softly tend.

[Chorus]
We sway to the silence, a rhythm true and deep,
Where only our two heartbeats their tender secrets keep.
A quiet waltz, etched in the dusk's soft haze,
This industrial romance, through all our passing days.

[Verse 2]
Your breath, a subtle plume, against the window glass,
A fleeting vapor, as the chilly moments pass.
Like rusted gears aligning, without a spoken plea,
This weightless connection, binding you and me.

[Chorus]
We sway to the silence, a rhythm true and deep,
Where only our two heartbeats their tender secrets keep.
A quiet waltz, etched in the dusk's soft haze,
This industrial romance, through all our passing days.

[Bridge]
Outside, the Ural wind, sharp as a winter's blade,
But here, in this small space, a warm, concrete parade.
A knowing smile, a whisper in the quiet air,
This tender respite, beyond all time and care.

[Outro]
The hum continues, long after we stand still,
Our rhythm lingering, across the window sill.