Drunk in Your Melodies

1

It was a Friday night, and everywhere I looked was filled with city lights. 

I walked around with no destination whatsoever, and so I let my feet take me wherever. 

And then I stumbled upon a newly opened bar, that looked like an unlit star. 

with nothing much to do, I decided to walk in through.

I sat to stay for a drink, then endured the singers out of sync. 

"After I finish this I'll head out," I said to myself with no doubt. 

The bar was empty, with me and a few employees.

Some customers come for takeaway, and hardly any of them stay.

"And for our last performer for today!" the host lifelessly conveys.

"Let's give a round of applause to, Mr M!" the employees cheered, and only them.

His legs were trembling, visible from where I was sitting.

"Why bother singing if you're so scared?" I whispered to myself as I stared. 

"Just a single sip more," I said as the clock struck ten oh four. 

I took my last sip, and out of pity I left a tip

I sighed in relief, before getting ready to leave. 

Leave... wait... why couldn't I leave?

Why am I still sitting here, watching him sing a song so mere?

All he is doing is singing for the sake of his career, yet why does it sound so sincere?

Was there alcohol in my drink? The reason why I couldn't clearly think? 

But it had nothing but juice, yet everything was so abstruse. 

Maybe...just maybe...

am I somehow captivated? by a song I would've hated?

A feeling I kept on denying, his song that kept on pulling. 

The notes he played on his piano, such a mesmerizing solo,

I gave in and stayed, I mean how could I leave in this state? 

I looked at my empty cup, chuckled, and had a thought. 

"I might've found my favorite bar...even though it is a bit far..."

And so, he picked up his wooden guitar, "I'll sing one last song called 'That's who you are',"

Even the way he speaks is pleasing to my ears.

Then as he strums; he glances at me before he hums.

Suddenly, I felt self-aware. 

Now tell me, why am I fixing my hair?

Then I found him smiling wide, and my face burned from inside.

Sadly, now the song is done, "Can you sing for me like we are one?"

I laughed to myself, but saw his puzzled gaze,

Hid my face, lost in a daze, oh how I wished to slip away.

But I want to hear more of him,

It felt like I was hugged by his rhythm,

Who would've thought? 

a random singer has me caught.