Twin Flames on the "T"

[Verse 1]

October rain on cobblestones, Park Street under lights,

I was strumming three-chord poems to the chatter of the night.

You rolled up with a violin, case covered up in stars,

Said, “Mind a little harmony?” and slipped between my bars.

The Red Line hummed beneath us like a friendly metronome,

The Commons leaves were clapping while we made a stage from their home.

We found our key on the T, a sweet, accidental rhyme,

Two melodies that met and kept the same exact time.

[Chorus]

Twin flames in Boston, lighting up the T,

Two hearts in the same key, singing endlessly.

From Back Bay to Beacon Hill, we glow against the rain,

Two buskers in the city, oh, hello, twin flame.

[Verse 2]

We wrote our names in coffee rings on napkins at the Bean,

Traded chords on Newbury while the sidewalks turned to sheen.

You traced a line of counterpoint, I built a velvet chord,

We laughed at all the tourists asking, “Are you on the board?”

At Club Passim on open mic, our nerves in shaky tune,

We stitched our voices tighter than a winter sun at noon.

By Charles River water, where the skyline learns to sway,

We practiced through the sunset till the swan boats tucked away.

[Chorus]

Twin flames in Boston, lighting up the T,

Two hearts in the same key, singing endlessly.

From Fenway nights to Harbor lights, our sparks outshine the rain,

Two rhythms, one forever—hello, twin flame.

[Bridge]

Snow fell soft like lullabies on Symphony Hall steps,

We busked with woolen mittens and a chorus on our lips.

When a storm cut out the power at a cozy Cambridge show,

Folks held up little phone flashlights; we didn’t need to glow,

’Cause you were there, my backstage sun, my daylight in the dark,

A match struck in a paperback, a secret-summer spark.

We don’t need grand marquees to spell our names in flame—

We’ve got a streetlamp harmony and one bright, burning name.

[Verse 3]

North End after encores, powdered sugar on your sleeve,

Cannoli-fueled arrangements that we swore we’d never leave.

We found a secondhand piano near the Harbor’s quiet foam,

And tuned it to our laughter till the seagulls called us home.

On brick and bridge and balcony, our set list knows the town:

The Burren, Wally’s, Paradise—we’re always writing down

A map of little melodies the city helped us start,

Two freckles on a postcard, two beats of one big heart.

[Chorus]

Twin flames in Boston, lighting up the T,

Two hearts in the same key, singing endlessly.

From Back Bay to Beacon Hill, we glow against the rain,

Two buskers in the city, oh, hello, twin flame.

[Outro]

Meet me where the Park Street stairs turn footsteps into rhyme,

Bring your bow, I’ll bring my capo, we’ll keep perfect time.

If anyone asks how we met, we’ll smile and say, “You see—

We found our flame in Boston, in the key of T.”