Brass Tears Under the Moonlight Groove

• In a smoky room with shadows cast,  
  Where the echoes of the night unfold,  
  I can feel the pulse of the city’s heart,  
  In melodies both warm and bold.  
  
  Through the muted cries, the whispers rise,  
  An improvised soul searching for its place,  
  The rhythm king with a gentle swing,  
  He pulls me close, swept in his embrace.  
  
  Dancing deep blue, we lose our fears,  
  In this smooth dream where time stands still,  
  The brass tears fall like autumn leaves,  
  Filling the air with a bittersweet thrill.  
  
  Every note a step in this jazz ballet,  
  As the moonlight grooves on wooden floors,  
  Let the music guide us, we're far away,  
  In a world of sound where our spirit soars.  
  
  With each horn's cry, a story spins,  
  Of love and loss, and quiet grace,  
  In the softest glow, the night begins,  
  A tender touch in this sacred space.  
  
  So hold me now as the night drifts by,  
  In the soft recline of the evening’s sigh,  
  Brass tears shining, with the hope we find,  
  In this rhythm of life, forever entwined.  
  
  As the last note fades, we find our way,  
  In the echoes of jazz that gently sways,  
  With brass tears and dreams that softly gleam,  
  We walk into dawn, wrapped in our theme.

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Jazz

Brass tears, Improvised soul, Rhythm king, Smooth dream, Muted cry, Moonlight groove, Deep blue