The rhythm sways, the moonlight plays,
In shadows deep, where dreams embrace,
With every note, we find our way,
In this jazz-infused, vibrant space.
A dance of hearts, in perfect flow,
The tempo shifts, we feel the glow,
Movement wraps and whispers low,
In syncopated tales we come to know.
Feel the freedom in each beat,
The echoes pulse, a soulful heat,
Lost in the sound, our spirits meet,
As melodies spark beneath our feet.
Let the night unfold its charms,
With saxophones and bass alarms,
In every riff, we’re kept from harm,
Within this world, we’re free from qualms.
The crowd can fade, but we’re alive,
In every swing, our dreams can thrive,
With every breath, we take a dive,
In this jazz embrace, we choose to strive.
So let the music guide our way,
In syncopation's sweet ballet,
For in this moment, come what may,
We’ll find our truth in every sway.
And as the dawn begins to break,
We’ll carry forth what we create,
In hearts entwined, there’s no mistake,
Jazz is our freedom; it’s ours to take.
Jazz
Syncopation, Tempo, Jazz, Movement, Freedom