In the dim-lit corner where shadows dance,
We weave a story, give fate a chance,
Notes collide softly, like whispers at night,
Every heartbeat pulling, each moment feels right.
Emotions in currents, they rise and they fall,
We’re lost in the music, caught up in it all,
Tangled in rhythms, we play without fear,
As harmony cradles what’s precious and dear.
Let the trumpet call out, let the saxophone sigh,
With every sweet passage, we’re learning to fly,
In the flow of the evening, we blend and we merge,
In each fleeting phrase, there’s an electric surge.
With every measure, there’s a spark in the air,
Improvisation, the magic we share,
As laughter her sails, opens wide to the breeze,
We dance through the moments, hearts fluid as trees.
The colors they shimmer, they flash and they gleam,
Each note like a raindrop, ignites a new dream,
With the brush of a melody, painting the night,
We’re lost in the magic, we’re wrapped in its light.
So here’s to the journey where music can play,
Freedom in tempo, come what may,
We’ll ride the horizon where the sun sets low,
With a promise of passion, forever we’ll flow.
As the night turns to whispers, and shadows grow long,
We welcome the silence, the end of our song,
But in every reflection, our spirits take flight,
With improvisation, we’ll always find light.
Jazz
Improvisation, Harmony, Emotion, Flow, Light