In the hush of the evening, when the shadows play,
I find myself drifting, on this lonely way,
Echoes of laughter and whispers of old,
But silence surrounds me, a story untold.
Every note that I blow is a whisper of pain,
Carving my heart with the rhythm of rain,
Oh, solitude, you cradle my soul,
In this smoky jazz bar, I’m losing control.
With a brush of a melody, the world slips away,
As I delve into depths where my secrets lay,
Reflections like mirrors, they dance in the night,
Showing my scars in the soft candlelight.
The blues are my canvas, my heartfelt expression,
Painting my sorrows in vibrant confession,
Each chord a reminder of dreams left behind,
Yet, in this darkness, my heart starts to find.
So I sway with the sax, like a lover’s embrace,
Letting the rhythm sweep me from this place,
Soul intertwined with the beat of my shame,
Finding my solace in each whispered name.
And though the night fades, my spirit will linger,
As time weaves its tapestry, pulling the finger,
Of fate in the moonlight, I take a deep breath,
In the silence of solitude, I dance with my death.
But I rise like the sun when the morning does break,
With jazz in my blood, I’ve got choices to make,
For in the reflection, I've learned to let go,
Embracing the journey, wherever it flows.
So here’s to the blues, a soul’s great reprise,
In the depths of the night, I’ll find my own peace,
With every deep inhale, I’ll cherish the light,
In the midst of my blues, I’ll be alright.
Jazz
Blues, Solitude, Expression, Soul, Reflection