Kyoto Steam

Raindrops trace the window pane Streetlights blur into a watercolor stain Steam from my cup in a slow, soft swirl Fading out the noise of the outside world Just the low hum and the vinyl crackle sound Nowhere else I'd rather be found Hours melt like sugar in the heat To the rhythm of this quiet, steady beat Thoughts connect and the words begin to flow

Watching little seeds of inspiration grow In this neon-tinted, after-hours glow Time is moving easy, soft and slow Fingers tapping on the keys Carried on a gentle, synthetic breeze Page is turning, a problem comes undone Chasing down the thoughts just one by one The city sleeps, but my mind is wide awake For the quiet satisfaction that we make

Hours melt like sugar in the heat To the rhythm of this quiet, steady beat Thoughts connect and the words begin to flow Watching little seeds of inspiration grow In this neon-tinted, after-hours glow Time is moving easy, soft and slow The moon is high, the station's closing soon Underneath the light of an artificial noon But here inside, the focus holds its own

In a private world, perfectly alone Hours melt like sugar in the heat To the rhythm of this quiet, steady beat Thoughts connect and the words begin to flow Watching little seeds of inspiration grow In this neon-tinted, after-hours glow Time is moving easy, soft and slow