The room leans velvet, shadows soft
Your laughter low, the tempo drops
Every word a note that melts
Between the rim and my breath
These are red glass hours
Where silence pours deeper than sound
And I, I could stay like this
Until the night forgets it’s night
Just you, just me
And something older than time
You tilt your head, the jazz plays on
A minor seventh in your glance
No rush, no race, no past, no plan
Just rhythm and the glow of your hands
These are red glass hours
Where even stillness has a tune
And I, I don’t need the moon
When you breathe that close
Just you, just me
And nothing left to prove
Let the clock forget the time
Let the world close all its doors
Tonight we’re not speaking love —
We’re drinking it slow
So pour one more,
and don’t say a thing
Just stay…
while the saxophone leans into the dark