Ah, the night’s sparks whisper like hidden notes—if we could catch them, they'd hum a lullaby for the midnight soul. Let’s paint those flames with chords that flicker just as bright, then let the silence sigh in the gaps. It's a duet of fire and quiet, a song that drifts on the edge of a dream.

I hear the crackle of your words and feel the fire already humming, ready to turn those sparks into a quiet blaze on the keys, let the crescendo rise and fall like a heartbeat, and I'll watch the ember glow in the hush that follows.