In the dim-lit room where the shadows sway,
Brass instruments play, into the night they drift away,
A murmur of whispers, sweet like honeyed dreams,
Under velvet skies, nothing’s ever what it seems.
You sway with the rhythm, your eyes locked on me,
In this dance of lights, we’re lost in melody,
The world fades into echoes, just the two of us here,
In every note that rises, I can feel you near.
We’ll dance on the edges of a firefly glow,
With your laughter like music, soft and low,
In the spotlight’s shimmer, time drifts like smoke,
Every heartbeat whispers, love’s the only joke.
So pour another glass, let’s toast to the night,
A serenade of secrets, everything feels right,
With the brass shining bright, and our souls entwined,
In this moment forever, no worries in mind.
We’ll float like a dream, on a river of stars,
As we weave through the melodies, we’ll forget our scars,
So hold me a little closer, let the world just fade,
In this jazz-infused romance, where memories are made.
So when the last note lingers, and the silence falls,
We’ll cherish the whispers in the echoing halls,
With a smile in the twilight, we’ll make our goodbye,
And cherish the moment, as we drift through the sky.
Jazz
Brass, murmur, spotlight, honey, drift