Starlit Strum in Monochrome

Beneath a grainy sky, the guitar sings. His collar lifts where midnight current clings. He tilts his face toward one pale, distant flame, And lets the silence learn his secret name. Each dotted star becomes a pulsing chord, A coat of shadow trailing like a sword. He stands alone, yet hears the crowdless roar, And rides the night to find a brighter shore.