In the quiet of the night, where the whispers play,
The ebbing sound ignites the dreamers in their sway,
Timeless jazz in shadows, where the world slows down,
Each note a gentle promise, spinning softly 'round.
Smooth flow of melodies, drifting on the breeze,
Holding tight to moments like autumn clings the leaves,
With a soft tempo guiding all the hearts that roam,
In the dimming lights of moonlight, we find our way back home.
Every corner of the room sings a jazzy spirit's tune,
In the glow of every smile, under the half-lit moon,
With every sip of night, we share the mellow glass,
Lost in the rhythm’s charm, we let our troubles pass.
The saxophone is calling, oh, listen to it cry,
A love that lingers longer than the stars up in the sky,
In this living symphony, we dance without a care,
Embracing all the magic that flows through the air.
So let the midnight wrap us in its velvet embrace,
With laughter echoing softly in this enchanted space,
As the hours fade away, and dawn begins to rise,
We'll keep that jazzy spirit, beneath the waking skies.
As the last note lingers, and the night bids goodbye,
We'll carry all its whispers, like shadows leaning high.
For in the ebbing sound, where our hearts forever lay,
I’ll hold our midnight memories, till the break of day.
Jazz
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