Trumpet dreams, they dance through the air,
Casting soft shadows everywhere.
On the alley walls where the echoes play,
A jazz wave ripples, taking us away.
Sipping the moonlight, beneath the stars’ glow,
With every note, let the midnight flow.
A saxophone cry, sweet as summer rain,
Bringing colors alive through joy and pain.
In the gentle storm, our hearts intertwine,
Like whispers in the blue, where the stars align.
Melodies linger in the cool evening breeze,
With each pulse of the rhythm, we move with ease.
Hold on tightly, as the night unfolds,
In the warmth of the music, let the story be told.
Notes collide like love letters, sent through the night,
Painting our dreams in this temporary light.
So as the dawn breaks, and the shadows retreat,
We’ll cherish the moments when our souls meet.
For in every heartbeat, and every sigh,
Lies the magic of jazz, as sweet as a goodbye.
In this world of wonder, we'll find our way,
Where the trumpet dreams keep the darkness at bay.
With every last whisper, a promise we’ll keep,
In the rhythm of life, our dreams fall asleep.
Jazz
Trumpet dreams, Soft shadow, Jazz wave, Midnight flow, Saxophone cry, Gentle storm, Blue rhythm
Jazz
Trumpet dreams, Soft shadow, Jazz wave, Midnight flow, Saxophone cry, Gentle storm, Blue rhythm