In the glow of midnight, where dreams take flight,
There’s a dance of shadows, in the pale moonlight.
Whispers of the spirit, they're calling me near,
With each fragile echo, my heart starts to steer.
Passion flows like rivers, through the veins of the night,
Igniting the embers, setting the world alight.
Oh, the warmth of the moment, where time softly bends,
In the embrace of freedom, where the journey begins.
With a sip of that sweet jazz, and a tap of my shoe,
I’m lost in the rhythm, as the dreams come true.
Every note is a treasure, every sigh a release,
In this cocoon of music, I’ve finally found peace.
Let the evening unfold like a soft velvet cloak,
With laughter and whispers, in the words that we spoke.
As the trumpet calls softly, and the bass hums along,
We lose ourselves gently, in a melody strong.
So take me to those places, where our spirits can soar,
Where the night dances slowly, and we’re hungry for more.
In the echoes of laughter, in the sighs of our hearts,
There’s a passion ignited, and it never departs.
As the final note lingers, let the world fade away,
In this moment of magic, together we’ll stay.
In the warmth of the night, let the music unite,
Forever in freedom, our spirits take flight.
Jazz
Passion, Freedom, Echoes, Warmth, Spirit