This is what it means.

This is what it means to feel a little love

for a single moment that makes you shiver.

This is what it means

to make a show by candlelight

atop the ramparts of a Parisian night.

This is what it means

to live by the promise of a song

and the belief of timeless,

careless,

strumming

in far away places and small streets.

This is what it means

to make a night of it.

To make it raw.

to make a living of it…

Eyes looking past to long gone memories

and nervous futures,

in the halo of a special decision to come together…

This is what it means

to live by the deepest breath

and the passionate heart.

This is,

drumming and clapping and humming along,

most certainly it.