House Music Slowed

Low undercurrent, moving slow. Blue glass turns below. A single breath, a distant sign. The hour folds into the night. Stay close. Let the avenue roll. Leave room inside the Sound. After midnight, we go deeper. No need to say a word. After midnight, moving cleaner. Until the world is blurred. The roof is warm beneath our feet. The town hums far below. A softer shape, a slower beat. A place we Almost know. After midnight, we go deeper. No need to say a word. After midnight, rising quieter. Until the sky is heard.