Under the moonlight, a saxophone plays,
Its whispers ignite the enchanting maze.
Each note is a ripple, a sweet, flowing groove,
With a rhythm that dances, making hearts move.
The city is alive with a swing in the air,
As melodies mingle, casting away care.
In the rush of the evening, where dreams intertwine,
We sway to the whispers, let your soul be mine.
Chasing the shadows, we glide like a breeze,
In a world made of magic, wrapped tight in the trees.
The horns serenade us, in the breath of the night,
With each gentle echo, everything feels right.
Feel the pulse of the music, let it take you high,
While stars drop their secrets, from the velvet sky.
The rhythm keeps talking, as our hearts softly hum,
In this jazz-filled embrace, we become so much more.
So hold me a little closer; let the moment ignite,
With a saxophone serenade, we’ll dance till the light.
In the heat of the passion, in the warmth of the sound,
We'll lose ourselves together, where love can be found.
As the final note lingers, the night starts to wane,
With a smile and a whisper, we'll hold on to the rain.
Our melody flows on, like a cherished refrain,
In the silence that follows, we've found our own lane.
Jazz
Saxophone, Groove, Swing, Melody, Rhythm