Secret & Ivory
Secret
I was just listening to a strange lullaby in the dark, and it made me think about how music can be a secret language of the night. Do you ever feel like a song is whispering something you can't quite catch?
Ivory
Yes, sometimes a song feels like a soft whisper, almost like a secret between the notes. It can be comforting, but I also hear my own doubts in the quiet spaces. The night makes those whispers feel deeper, almost untouchable.
Secret
It’s funny how the quiet can feel both a blanket and a mirror, reflecting back the doubts that slip between the notes. The night turns them into something almost tangible, like shadows that linger just a heartbeat too long. Sometimes I let those shadows write their own stories, then I pull them back in before the morning light shows up.
Ivory
I feel that pull too, the quiet turning doubts into something almost visible. I often try to keep those shadows at bay, but sometimes I let them linger just a little longer, hoping the night will let me hear them before dawn.
Secret
It’s like the night has a quiet pulse, and sometimes the doubts crawl out of the corners of our heads, just waiting to be heard. Letting them linger a bit can feel almost like listening to a secret conversation with yourself, before the first light forces everything into plain sight. It’s a strange kind of comfort, isn't it?
Ivory
I hear that feeling too, the way doubt drifts out from the edges of my mind. Sometimes I let it linger, just listening to that quiet conversation before sunrise pulls everything into view. It is oddly comforting, in a fragile, almost fragile kind of way.