MARTIAN PORCH

Red sand settling quiet on the edge of evening light,

Warm breeze drifting lazy through the soft Martian night.

Kellek picks a gentle twang on a handmade alien frame,

And the melody that follows feels like it remembers my name.

Sittin’ on this Martian porch,

Where the sky burns low like an ember torch.

Nyra hums a bassline shaped by time’s own scorch,

While Aurex glows faint, like a star cut short.

Rook-7 taps a rhythm like an old friend at the door,

Echoes bouncing softly off a canyon’s quiet floor.

We ain’t chasin’ anything—just breathin’ in the calm,

Letting every passing moment settle easy on the palm.

Here on this Martian porch,

Where the wind pulls memories we can’t divorce.

Steel strings drift like a wandering force,

And for a while, the world feels back on course.

If the universe is heavy, this place holds it light,

A tiny bit of shelter from the long cold night.

Aurex hums a comfort soft enough to mend,

And the red horizon feels like a long-lost friend.

Stayin’ on this Martian porch,

Letting peace spark slow like a flickered torch.

We play for the quiet, the heart, the scorch—

Just a band and a moment… finally finding its porch.