Gleam and sparkle, silver river of night,
your pulse spins the stillness into light.
Every trembling note climbs the dark like vines,
unlocking skies where lost time shines.
Breathe, and the mirrors of midnight sway;
listen—our shadows glide, then fade away.
In this hush, hearts open, soft as glass,
letting the quiet music pass.
We glow, we glide, we disappear,
yet the shimmer lingers, crystal-clear.