Echoes of the Neon Stage

The walls hum low with secret songs. A pulse of nights where we belong. Stale air thick like a memory. Is this the place or is it me? Echoes of the neon stage. Dancing shadows in a cage. The crowd a wave, the floor a sea. Who's the ghost who sings to me? Posters peel in a history bare. Sticky floors hold stories there. The ceiling sighs, it's seen too much. Every chord, a fragile touch. Feedback screams like distant stars. Fingers bleeding on rusted guitars. A crack in the amp, a crack in the Soul. This venue swallows what makes us Whole. Echoes of the neon stage. Dancing shadows in a cage. The crowd a wave, the floor a sea. Who's the ghost who sings to me? The final note dissolves in air. Was it real or was it rare? I leave but somehow still remain. This venue whispers my Name.