Strobe Loom

[Verse 1]
Rain streaks the window pane, mirroring the beat's deep sigh.
Inside this crowded fabric of night, your gaze begins to tie.
A flicker in the strobe's sharp, unraveling gleam,
Like sun through the selva canopy, a half-forgotten dream.

[Chorus]
A silver thread, across the dance floor we meet,
This quiet warp and weft, in the pulsing heart of the street.
A hidden seam, in the chaos, a shared, unspoken beat.

[Verse 2]
The city hums, a rhythm spun far from home,
But in your glance, a familiar river current has come.
Like cobblestone whispers, beneath a tropical full moon,
An electric saudade, blooming here, arriving too soon.

[Chorus]
A silver thread, across the dance floor we meet,
This quiet warp and weft, in the pulsing heart of the street.
A hidden seam, in the chaos, a shared, unspoken beat.

[Bridge]
This intricate pattern, spun from shared air and sound,
A momentary tapestry, where our searching spirits are bound.
The crescent moon watches, from a cloudy, distant stare,
A fleeting connection, vibrant and deeply rare.

[Outro]
The thread remains, when the music fades to gray.
Until the new moon charts another way.