Underneath the velvet skies so wide,
Where whispers of the night begin to slide,
In the shadows of a rusted harmony,
Echoes glimmer softly, setting spirits free.
Listen to the silent brass, it sings,
Carrying the tales of forgotten things,
Winding licks in moonlight, playful and sly,
Dancing in a rhythm where the starlight lies.
Chasing dreams on this celestial glide,
Every note a brushstroke, art we cannot hide,
With the faded heartbeats of yesterday's tunes,
We find ourselves beneath the silver moons.
In a world of jazz, where souls intertwine,
Every turn of phrase, a twist of design,
Glimmered echoes linger, float through the air,
As we lose ourselves in melodies rare.
Feel the pulse of time, hear the soft refrain,
Each moment captured like a drop of rain,
Though rusted harmonies may fade and break,
New songs emerge, every soul awake.
So let the night linger, let the music swell,
In the silence that follows, we cast our spell,
Holding on to the magic, the beauty inside,
Together we’ll soar on this celestial glide.
With the dawn breaking gently, our dreams align,
In the echoes of night, our hearts still entwine,
And as the final note whispers, we won't divide,
We’ll carry the love from this celestial glide.
Jazz
Celestial Glide, Rusted Harmony, Glimmered Echo, Silent Brass, Winding Lick