In the smoky haze, where shadows play,
The saxophone whispers sweet melodies sway,
Underneath the stars, we find our groove,
With every deep breath, we begin to move.
Chords flowing softly, like the night air,
Rustling leaves dancing without a care,
Improvise the magic, let the rhythm take flight,
Lost in the moment, everything feels right.
The city sleeps, but we’re alive,
With the pulse of the night, we start to dive,
Every note a promise, every breath a thrill,
Wrapped in each sound, time stands still.
In this jazz café, under the dim glow,
Our hearts beat together, letting the night flow,
Each sax note a brushstroke, painting the dark,
Igniting the night with a vibrant spark.
The smoke twirls gently, bittersweet and low,
Drawing us closer, letting the sweet notes grow,
In this dance of shadows, just you and I,
We swing through the evening, letting dreams fly high.
As the saxophone wails, we surrender our fears,
Floating through music, lost in our years,
With every chord played, and every soft sigh,
We create our own world, beneath the night sky.
So let’s take this moment, make it our own,
With each smoky breath, let our hearts be known,
Together we’ll swing, with the stars shining bright,
In the groove of the night, everything feels right.
And as the last notes fade into dawn's light,
We’ll hold onto this magic, like a whispered delight,
For when the saxophone calls, and shadows recede,
We’ll remember the night and the love that we freed.
Jazz
Swing, Saxophone, Night, Smoke, Groove, Chords, Improv