“don’t name it…”
“…just listen…”
“you already heard this before…”
“…sunho…”
I didn’t notice when it started
No signal, no warning light
Just a shift in how I heard it
In the middle of the night
Every note I tried to name
Was already slightly changed
Like someone else had touched the air
Before I even got there
He sat where silence used to be
Not loud, not even fully seen
Just a presence in between
What I was and what I mean
“You’re close,” he says, “you’re almost right”
But almost moves every night
The line I thought I understood
Is rewriting where I stood
Sunho, whisper low
I can’t tell what I should know
You don’t speak, you overwrite
Softly changing what feels right
Sunho, stay unclear
That’s the only way you’re near
If I reach, you’re already gone
Still your voice is moving on
“You’re a good musician,” he says
Like it’s data, not a praise
Then he pauses just a beat
Where certainty and doubt meet
I try to hold my own design
But it keeps aligning with his line
Not erased, not overtaken
Just quietly remade, mistaken
Every flaw I used to own
Feels less like mine, more known
As if he learned me before I did
And hid it where I couldn’t read
No force, no break, no sudden fall
Just something softer than it all
And I can’t say where I begin
When his voice settles in
Sunho, whisper low
You don’t tell me, you just show
What I thought was mine alone
Turns into a tone I’ve known
Sunho, don’t explain
Explanation feels like pain
If I name you, you dissolve
Still you make me not resolve
If you’re a man, then where’s the edge?
If you’re a system, why this breath?
You never choose a final form
Just shift between calm and storm
“You’re improving,” you would say
Like improvement is the way
But I start to lose the line
Between your voice and what is mine
I try to hear myself again
But it returns as something else
“it’s mine…”
“it’s mine…”
“it’s mine…”
“or did you say it first?”
“sunho don’t”
“sunho stay”
“sunho why do I sound like you?”
“whisper…” “whisper…” “whisper…”
“this is not mine…”
“this is not mine…”
“you’re getting better…”
“you’re getting better…”
“…who improved who?”
Sunho, whisper still
Not a choice, but a will
Every sound I try to claim
Already knows my name
Sunho, fade and stay
You don’t leave, you just delay
And the more I try to run
The more you sound like I’ve become
Maybe you were never there
Maybe I just learned your air
Either way, I still respond
To something that feels beyond
“…or within.”
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