Beneath the Trees

Warm noodles feed the streets
Guitar strings dance and speak,
Melodies collide and gently meet
All of my doubts slowly retreat.

As I listen to these sounds
These languages and laughs;
I suddenly realize what I have found
What the heavy air is squirming around.

For this is life - without her chains.
Soft lanterns swaying in the sultry breeze
Cool beer flowing through the veins
Gently unwinding all of life’s strains.

This night belongs to the stars
To the souls who search afar;
This night will soon end
But my heart can no longer pretend.