"Do You Realize" reprise, and relativism.

through north windows the blue sky echoes into the room.
Every pane wide open and the keys resound for the stranger.
the songs for a lost generation, a dreamer of dreams, a believer.
(Down the street, a hand presses to lips with a cigarette, distant eyes.)
Money? But this is breathing. This is sighing. Thinking out loud.
It's fingertips kissing through a window. Don't price that.
There's no replication, no recreation of this tonally-wrestled resolution.
What a language, rarely found.
Electricity burnishes the notes;
More clearly than eyes, speak the resonant chords.
but the system remembers the noise.

The veil of song is heavy.
How can I say such simple things like
'I care about you'
when we've lost our frames of reference for undemanding sentiment?
Who would know that's exactly what I mean and nothing more?
The frame of reference was the village.
The language of familiarity.
Unspoken rules had meaning when formed by generational experience.
Care is such a fright--
and assuring nods unsure.
Because habits of understatement
make sincere words sinister;
they call repetition pretension.

Now each person is an island
No way to know if the next Galapagos has evolved as far.
Skies are shared, but who knows what a white flag means
when everyone is their own country.

You may value what I don't, but no matter,
there's always me myself and I
(if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass)

We fought off our limits, talked away authority but
forgot to complete the liberty for all with unlimited amnesty.
So it's safer by far to stay home
speaking the language of pretty tones.
In subjectivity is not so much freedom
but a blurry judicial safety.
--here is original ending--
--but I tried to continue--
The message passed over the ocean
that interest equals love,
that curiosity equals fantasy,
that care equals obsession.

Some take care to point out that marriage is not just romance but
work, friendship, camaraderie, battle, sacrifice.
So the same sweet things encompassed by platonic friendship
are now thought equal with romance.
God forbid the day when friends cannot be vulnerable.