Chocolate Rave

Here you come to me, and come to me singing.  This noise, this brush, this extract, named for the three things that we could never forget in a half of a lifetime, falls from my fingers like concrete and porcelain, I love to hold it, but can never understand it.  These strange textures come melting me, come singing to melt me.
This New York memory, this hotel, this place, this center, falls apart.  No one could have doubted it, and no one would have understood it before us.  I didn’t try to hide these things, everything was in plain sight, except the only thing I had to keep to myself was a sound.  This is the sound of me falling in love with you.
This is a secret that you already know, and this is the way I come singing into another city.  Forget me, erase me, or trace me, but let me offer you a hint of the things that you tell me, and how they turn me backwards on myself.  This moment, the one that passes, is fire in my eyes, and tomorrow I might wish it had never happened.  This is where I live now, in this moment.
I am not decided on so many things, where to go from here, what to do with my hands when the cameras start, but I know this one thing.  If I could do it well, it would be the only thing I would want to remember me in this life, and if I do it poorly and fail, then it must be something we had already planned.  This moment will move me from the street to a café, this moment will mark my head as your humble servant, and this moment will take my clumsy hands and whisper your smell into the center of my palms, so that when your heart is beating next to my hand, I will start to dream of your city.