Can I Be Him

There are songs that don't just sound good - they seem to open a window in your chest, and light floods in. You usually listen to them quietly, almost without breathing, so as not to scare away that feeling that cannot be put into words. Everything seems simple: the stage, the voice, the hall. But suddenly you come across that very line - and your heart, the traitor, decides that it's about you.

Somewhere between the chords and the breath of the microphone, an illusion is born: it's as if thousands of faces have noticed you. And even though your mind tells you that it's just a song, you still want to believe that for at least three minutes, the world has narrowed down to two people and one melody. And when the lights come back on, all that remains is a quiet hope - that maybe, one day, he will sing it again.